Momma said there'd be days like this. No one ever said it was gonna be easy. We've been there and done this five times.
I'm still tired.
I just want to run away screaming. I don't want to fight over dirty dishes on the floor. I don't want to have to ask the same thing over and over, and then get yelled at: "I know!" even though it hasn't gotten done. I want to leave when I'm ready to leave, without having to prompt any teens, "We're leaving in 10 minutes." "We're leaving in 5 minutes." "We're leaving now."......"I told you we were leaving!!!!"
"I didn't hear you."
There is not enough Calgon to take me away.