Have you ever had one of those days where you wish you could run away? Lately I have been having those evenings. I leave work, go pick up Sarah and come home and as soon as I walk in the door I am doing things and fielding questions and requests and demands. Yesterday I didn't even get my coat off and I was on the run. What's for dinner? The dog pooped under the couch again. I want to go on the computer. Meanwhile, there are groceries to be brought in, the sink is overflowing with dirty dishes, the house is filthy and all the kids are interesting in is playing games and being fed. Never mind helping out Mom. I'm just the unpaid help. When I ask for help I get treated like I'm a slave driver. Garbage belongs on the floor, toys on the floor, coats and shoes on the floor. The cat is eating tinsel, the puppy is crapping everywhere. Why did I get a puppy? Why? The cats want to be fed, the puppy wants to be fed, the kids want to be fed. Who is going to feed me? Who is going to help me? Who cares about me? I feel like I really have the short end of the stick. I am raising tyrants and bullies. Whiners and slackers. I need Prince Charming to come in and save the day... or a maid.