It's only been 7 hours since the kiddos were released to my summer custody, and already we're whining and fighting. Of course it's also ten o'clock at night and they are in need of some serious sleep. I'm fairly confident that summer vacation was created by a man. A man who works 5 days a week and only interacts with his children from the hours of 6pm to 8:30pm.
You hear about these moms that have drinking problems, or who smoke pot all day long. Well DUH! I can totally see this! I get it!
And while we're on the subject of man's creations - Polly Pockets... WTF? How many little itty bitty rubber shoes can one possibly pick up before one reaches for the vacuum?