Our older son was a really light sleeper and we got so desperate to get him to sleep well that we were sneaking around our own house, whispering to each other so that we wouldn't wake him up. It got so bad that sometimes if my husband had to leave the house in the evening, he would jump out the living room window (fortunately we lived on the ground floor), he frequently slept on the sofa in the living room and we were terrified of even flushing the toilet! After I put our younger son to bed yesterday I had to go to the bathroom, and as I reached to flush I had this huge flashback to those times and thought to myself... No way! I'm going to flush! And it made me feel like I was living on the edge, taking chances, rebel style. Oh the joys of parenthood!