Do you ever find yourself sitting there folding laundry while your 8 and 4 year-olds bicker over a Wii remote (Who CARES who's Player One, you get the same amount of TURNS!) and you are wracking your brain thinking of something to make for dinner (I know the kids will say..."chicken again!?!") and you feel like your ears are going to bleed if you hear your 4 year-old whine "Mooooooomm" one more time for a snack ("No, it's almost dinnertime. No means no!! No you can't keep whining to try and get me to change my mind!") and you've had to go to the bathroom for about an hour but if you get up to go now, you will return only to find that every one of the laundry piles you've precariously perched on the ottomans and arms and back of the couch have been dismantled and destroyed by your 2 year-old and are now in crumpled - and probably sticky - heaps on the floor (Don't you have something to climb in another room?) and you can't get that Wow! Wow! Wubzzy! song out of your head and you're counting down the hours until bedtime and you're thinking: Holy cow, how many more years will I be doing this?????
No?
Oh, me neither!
No?
Oh, me neither!
