If I ever write a book about being a Mom, this is the title, you heard it here first.  It happened one day when I decided to tidy up the playroom while the three boys were napping.  The playroom was a huge room, which we later made into two bedrooms, that’s how big it was.  I walked in and there were little building toys everywhere  – Duplos, Leggos, trucks, cars, Fisher-Price stuff, you name it, it was on the floor.  My back was bothering me in those days due to carrying toddlers (the second and third were 19 months apart) and the carseats and the strollers.  I realized after picking up a few things that my back was not going to stand for this treatment, and that I really needed a nap myself.  However, I was a woman on a mission and came up with the idea of using a garden rake.  I went downstairs, picked out a nice wide leaf rake and it worked like a charm.  It felt so absurd though.  Here I was, a philosopher physical therapist raking toys up in a playroom.  Oh well, the carpet was disgusting 70’s shag (pulling that out is another story entirely  – gross) so it had the added effect of combing the shag to boot.  Anyway, I decided right then and there that if I ever wrote a book, that would be the title – or something like it anyway.  Raking the Playroom.  It has possibilities…