The other night, I went downtown for a blogger event. I was totally looking forward to this, not because it was going to be such a grand soirée, but because I’d have a couple hours to relax and be responsible for no one but myself. I gave my parents last-minute instructions and cruised to the train station in traffic. I was running late because apparently I’m incapable of getting anywhere on time, but I pulled into the station with like a whole three minutes to spare before the train arrived. Stressed out and feeling guilty that I had dropped the ball on making dinner for my kids ahead of time, I joined my friend Michelle and sunk into the seat she’d saved me on the train. I took a deep breath. ”Okay,” I told myself, “I’m off duty now. Just for the next few hours, I can do what I want. I won’t have to break up any arguments. I won’t have to tell anyone to go to bed 50,000 times. I won’t have to. . . ” brrring
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