OK...it's not as bad as it sounds.  Several years ago, I was a single Mom  with a daughter in college and a teenage Son. It was a  struggle just to make ends meet.  Divorced almost six long, hard years, I had been beaten down by life.  My dear friend Tina, who at the time was divorced and had 4 children, was struggling as well. Our children were friends, so we spent many nights carting them back and forth from house to house. So,one night, over a bottle of Crown Royal as I recall, we decided to combine houses.  (Now we all know about the ideas that are alcohol induced, they are seldom successful)  So now we have 3 teenage boys and 2 girls under the age of ten in one house.  It's pandalerium. To try to keep a little peace, we decided to give the children their own rooms, so that left us with only one bedroom for ourselves.  We divided the room in half, and dubbed it "The Bitch Cave" and of course, no children were allowed there.   It was a place of solitude, a place where you could go to unwind, at least for a short time. I remember a sense of peace having my own space to able to go and hide from the world,  even for just a little while.

  Solitude can be healing.

 The rules were as follows:

1. Dont knock on this door unless you are bleeding or on fire!

2. No questions about lost items will be answered at this time.

3.Don't make me have to come out there.

4. Don't ask when supper will be ready, it's at 7 every night!

5. No I can't take you to Billy's, Michael's, Andrew's, or Zach's right now. 

6. Go do your homework.

7. If you're bored, grab a broom or a dust rag.

8. No target practicing with guns, bows, or paint ball guns.

9.No you can't sit in the car and listen to the radio.

10. This is not the WWF, so no wrestling.

11. Any questions, see rule 1.

I think sometimes we could all use a good Bitch Cave.