Do you ever eat ice cream out of the carton when your husband and kids aren't looking even when you are supposed to be watching your weight? Does it taste better that way to you?
Do you ever pluck your chin hairs in the car or wish you had tweezers in the car just because the the car mirror always reveals those wild hairs that escaped your ruthless plucking and waxing?
Do you ever make sure your kids take their muddy shoes off before traipsing through the house and then discover you forgot to take yours off and now all that vacuuming you did was for naught?
Do you ever leave a load in the wash until it smells worse than it did before it was washed and then must be washed two more times to get the mildew out?
Do you ever set poopy diapers near the door to be taken out so they won't stink up the baby's room and then let them ferment in your family room?
Do you ever leave Easter gifts from your Spring Break trip packed in a suitcase for weeks on end?
Do you ever find trash hidden in couches and under tables and in drawers by your children who must have hobo living aspirations?
Do you ever look up and see a Hubba Bubba egg laying mechanical chicken on your desk that somehow escaped from the Easter suitcase?
You do, you say? Even the mechanical chicken?
You people are sick!