Last night, with storms raging and tornado warnings and tree branches crashing down all around us, my daughter and her friend settled into my living room. My townhouse is split-level, so my living room is halfway underground and seemed the safest place to settle them.
Of course, since they're adolescent girls, settling them in the living room was a little like packing up for a week's vacation. It involved not only blankets and pillows on the living room floor, but a laptop, a stack of video games, Dance, Dance Revolution, drinks, art supplies, DVDs...you get the picture.
The air calmed. This morning I surveyed the wreckage outside and the wreckage inside and couldn't decide which presented a greater challenge. Finally, after lunch, I said, "Tori, I really need you to get control of the living room."
And she surveyed the room, with not a square inch of floor space available, and said, "Mom, I HAVE control of this room."