Here is the cardinal rule of maintaining a semblance of peace in a house with twin toddlers:

TWO OF EVERYTHING.

EVERYTHING.

What one wants, the other must, in the next second, absolutely have or screaming hell and hair pulling ensues. It was thus with some trepidation that I placed an order for a single crib tent. My second crib has sides of uneven height by design, and I had a feeling the tent wouldn’t fit it (I was right). Besides, Jules is the main escapee. Mae can climb out of her crib, but does so rarely and not with the same ease.

I started assembling the crib tent last night… and finished assembling it today before the girls’ nap. I put it on Jules’ crib and plopped them both inside, which they thought was hilarious. The novelty of white mesh! After some laughing and tumbling, it was time for Mae to go in her bed so they could nap.

Bad idea. Very bad idea.

I’d feared that Jules would be the one freaking out when she realized she was imprisoned. Oh no. She actually seemed content in tented repose. It was Mae, locked out, alone in her unsheltered bed, who freaked.

And what did I do? I left the room. Because I could. I listened to them on the baby monitor as they chatted and giggled and eventually settled into sweet slumber. AHHHHHHHHHHH.