Third time is a charm.

I finally survived an evening alone with both kids.

Granted, Dominic moved from the boob, bouncy, swing, changing table, bassinet and back to the boob ... all within a three hour period.

And Gabriella had to feed herself at one point, which resulted in a hummus mustache and a kitchen table fingerpainted with food.

But I didn't have a single Mommy Dearest moment and both kids were safe, fed, clean and sound asleep by eight. All's well that ends well.