Does this sound like cabin fever?

Whenever Hubs is out of town, I have this fantasy that I can snap my fingers and multiples of me will pop up, ready to get to work. There are four of us at bedtime - one to read to each of the two children, one to walk the dog, and another to clean the kitchen and tidy the house.

Somehow, even though these "extras" are all me, they have distinctly different personalities. The dog walker stays up too late, drinks too much, and is one of those women who thinks of the dog as her child. The mothers both read as many pages as the children want, one sews costumes at Halloween and the other bakes perfect pies. They are both in great shape. The housekeeper is the writer because she sees everything that goes on and also because the mothers are too tired and the dog walker is a procrastinator.

I wonder if I might be spending too much time alone with the kids.