Yawn

What is it about being around my children all day that depletes my energy so? By day's end I am left a wrung-out dishrag who has no higher ambitions than finding the nearest couch. Where the recently laundered other dishrags and the towels await folding (yeah, right -- hate to dash those hopes, but it's not happening tonight).

Need a bitter laugh? Try this out. Thanks for the link, Martha!