That moment when you realize that:

… You’ve made your grocery list

… You’ve done your meal planning

… You’ve read 25 books to your child 

… You’ve done the laundry

… You’ve even cleaned your closet and the floor in there is now visible 

… And you just really want to get out for a while, so much so that even HEB on a Sunday afternoon sounds like a decent idea 

… And you get the childling dressed 

… And you look for your keys

…And they’re nowhere to be found. 


We’re marrooned, trapped, prisoners in our own abode, peeps. Send in the rescue squads, and please make sure they bring chocolate. 

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