Have you ever had one of those days when you are so behind on your washing/folding/organizing/packing that you have no idea how you'll be ready to leave the next morning, but then you get a ton of four-year-old attitude about how the cookies you both just made were not right (they were M&M with chocolate chip and not sugar) or the craft project sucked (not enough glitter piled up), a crying baby with a cold who doesn't nap for more then 10 minutes at a time and you begin to think that you may be a little under appreciated, especially when you recall you never got a mother's day gift after all? Then when doing laundry for said trip to see the in-laws who so undervalue what you do as a stay at home mom, the sewer line backs up and floods the laundry room? And you get sewer water all over your pants and socks because you ran into the room to stop the washing machine before putting on shoes? And the plumbers give you attitude and threaten to not show up until the next day (after you leave for "vacation") despite your clearly explaining the job to the person on the phone (a wall mount toilet is the only access to the main line)? And then your sister picks up your dogs to watch for the week and one poops in the back of her car despite having just gone out to do business, and you have to clean it all up? Then you go back in the house smelling of shit, but you cannot wash the dirty clothes, only change them, and you wash your hands too, but then remember, you are using water, which probably means more sewer funk to deal with?
If not for the mad holiday rush at the airports, I would be out the door, running away to Mexico, because even though at least most of my clothes still need to be washed, my underwear is clean and already packed for the week. That is really all I need anyway, right?