Usually when we talk about shared spaces, they happen to be for siblings of the same gender. But what about when brother and sister bunk up together? This room for Aden and Isabel by designer and mom Emily Mughannam is all the proof you need that it can be done --and quite successfully too!

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Last week, I spent four days away from my children promoting my new book in NYC. I had a bed all to myself, a bathroom door that remained shut when I closed it, and didn't have to make one lunch or Band-Aid one boo-boo the whole time. In other words, for four days, I wasn't much of a mom. The trip was exciting and thrilling and fun, but the best moment of all was the one when I walked back through the door into the arms of three kids, who were just as happy to see me as I was them.

So, in honor of that moment, I'm skipping the snark and focusing on the things I missed most when I was away from my kids; surprisingly, they are some of the things I tire of most easily when I'm home non-stop ...

I'm really not sure what their deal is, but my parents are constantly bugging me about either going to bed early or sleeping in so that they can get more sleep too. (They're really selfish like that. It's so annoying.)

And I don't know what makes them think that forcing me to go to bed at 8 p.m. or begging me not to wake them up before 6 o'clock in the morning will ever make me change my ways. I'm a kid, for crying out loud, and I'll sleep when I wanna sleep and get up when I wanna get up.

But maybe there are a few things they could do to try and convince me to stay asleep a litttttlllle bit longer every night.

Ugh. It's that time of year again. Sunday marks the beginning of daylight saving time, which is a major buzz kill no matter how you look at it.

Yep, moving our clocks forward is basically the same thing as erasing 60 minutes of our lives completely. We lose an hour of sleep. I repeat, we LOSE an HOUR of sleep. We sacrifice an hour of our weekend. And while daylight savings sucks bad enough for adults (especially parents), it throws our kids all out of whack too.

Heck, even my 7-year-old totally hates daylight saving time, and here's why.

My son will be 7 years old a week from tomorrow, and even though he's a big boy now -- he still sleeps in bed with me and my husband every night. Yes, I said I'm co-sleeping with my almost-7-year-old.

(Go ahead and gasp and freak out a little bit if you want to. I understand.)

Let me make one thing very clear: co-sleeping was something I always frowned upon and never in a million years thought I'd wind up doing -- up until a year or two ago. 

I've got one of those kids who can't fall asleep at night. You know the kind -- you put them to bed and they keep popping back up to go to the bathroom, complain about the heat, announce that they're hungry. ARGH!!! This is why Go the F*ck to Sleep remains one of my all-time favorite parenting books.

Ah, but we moms have our secret weapons. "Melatonin," one mom whispered to me on the playground. I've tried it, and yeah, it works. But how safe is it, really for kids? We talked with a pediatrician to see what he thinks about giving kids sleeping aids.

Shoka says, "Where are you all going in such a doggone hurry?" Don't ask because I don't know how we did it, but we did! It was last Friday morning when I awoke, on my own, absent of any alarm bells or sounds, at exactly 6:47 a.m. I know that seems plenty early considering it was still fully dark outside, but if you consider that my normal waking time is somewhere between 5:30 a.m. and, at very latest, 6 a.m. on a school morning, I knew immediately I was in severe trouble!

We've all heard how important it is to establish a positive "morning routine" for our families. Right? How study after study proves that kids who have consistently constructive beginnings to their days are more successful in school and on the playground and, ultimately, at life in general, and how we're essentially setting our children up for failure and misery if we can't figure out how to pull it together and feed them a halfway decent breakfast (as they sit on actual chairs at an actual table dressed in actual clean clothes) while still managing to get them to class on time, or at least close enough to the bell that they won't require late passes.

It's not that I don't believe the findings of these studies to be true. It's just that as an over-extended, under-organized mom, I gave up on this particular parenting Holy Grail a long time ago.