Have you had one of those weeks?
Where your husband is gone the whole week? Where you imagine that at about 8pm every night everyone but you is having sex?
Where you spend two hours every day in traffic?
Where your kids are bouncing off the walls? It made me tired just watching them. The whole time I just wanted to say, "Okay you know what? You're at a 12. I need you at a 7 or 8. It is just a Thursday night."
Where you go to the doctor and hear key phrases you don't want to?
Where you just organized your whole playroom, went to take a shower, and came back to this?
Thank goodness next week is a whole new ballgame.