as long

I think I have it figured out. I feel Christlike love and patience towards my children as long as I am alone, and I am a perfect mother as long as I can keep my mouth shut, and they do not interact with each other. If I chain each of them to a different corner of the house with a few granola bars for sustenance, my mothering will be perfect for at least two hours. Perhaps, I will just bury my head and let them run a muck of the house that is no longer beautifully clean, as it is much easier to find peace with my head sandwiched between the pillows.