How a father leaves the house without the kids
1. Grab keys and wallet
2. Leaves

How a mother leaves the house without the kids
1. Make a list of what needs to happen during the time she is gone.
2. Fix dinner (or whatever meal), wash dishes, set the table
3. Change diapers
4. Ready children for bed
6. Leave note where going, time of return
7. Feel guilty as you drag yourself away with kids screaming as you leave
8. Receive three calls before you pull out of the driveway from the father with kids still screaming in the background
9. Return home to a disaster area with food, dishes, dirty diapers and Father watching TV

How has art had an affect on you?

Last night, I came full circle. I sat with my 87-year-old grandfather and watched Madonna's latest concert on Bravo. My mouth was agape at the costumes, dancing and performance. Art. Pop was shaking his head the entire time and saying "This is terrible..."

It reminded me of the first time I saw Madonna, with most of the rest of the world, on the MTV video awards in the mid 1980s. I lay in front of my grandpa's huge TV and watched Madonna hump her way across the stage singing "Like a Virgin." My mouth was agape at the performance. He said and did the same thing. I knew that I was watching something pretty special. Art come to life.

I have had my breathe taken away by art a few times including: Seeing "The White Stripes" on the Grammys (with Pop again!); listening to Jay-z's "99 problems"; watching "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" and "The Cell"; laying prostrate having a conversation with the God of the universe; meeting my husband for the first time; and having my children.

When have you realized you are in the midst of greatness? Pure art?