I’m a single mom of six children which means the only time I get to leave the house is when I’m watching one of the kids’ hockey, baseball, softball, or football games. Or when I’m running them to the store at 9:00 at night to get posterboard for a project they’ve had three weeks to complete and is due in the morning. Or when I’m going to the grocery store because we’re out of food despite the fact that I went shopping two days ago. (For some reason, my kids like to eat. Every day.) Or when I’m taking one of them to the ER because he thinks he’s Tony Hawk every time he gets on his skateboard. (He’s not.) Or when I’m picking them up from school. Or when I’m driving them to the mall or the movies or a friend’s house. Or when I’m simply hiding out in my van on the driveway, scarfing down chocolate so I don’t have to share it with them.