At the end of the day, a day which has been spent ignoring the rising gas prices and instead driving your children around to their various activities whilst turning a blind eye to your ever depleting fuel tank, are you ever just like, WTF?
Do you ever sit on the couch and look at the pile of coloring books and the half empty soda cans and the backpack blocking the doorway and just want to scream?
How about the stack of end-of-the-year work your kids have brought home and you can't quite figure out a place to put all of it so you just pretend it's not there and let it take root on the dining room table.
And as you pick up small barrettes and Polly Pocket shoes and miscellaneous crayons... as you sort the jumble of flip flops by the front door and toss wet bathing suits into the dryer... as you transfer dirty dishes from the sink to the dishwasher... are you ever tempted to cry?
Is the reflection you see in the mirror an old woman?
An old woman who has no summer clothes and so has been making do with the same black cotton skirt and assortment of tank tops.
I'm in the mood for a little adventure.
And a shopping trip.