I got as close I could get to having kids when I lived with my sister and brother in law years ago. My brother in law worked days and my sister worked nights. So when I got home, she and I did a tag team and she would hand off the kids to me. I was alone with them for a couple of hours, and my brother in law would come home and we cared for them together. I was constanly worried about them falling and hitting their little heads (Lex was 3 and DJ was 2) or choking or something and I never relaxed until they were asleep. And even then there were the nightmares, and the time DJ wedged his head between the bed and the toy chest but just sat there, not crying, trying to be a good boy like I told him. I don't know how long he was there but it broke my heart to see him like that.