This is what a Mom needs after Kid One has a meltdown and tells me that she is a toadstool and I am the wasp (meaning I am about to step all over her after I sting her) and Kid Two has a meltdown because he is too tired and even the smallest thing like making his bed sets him off. They are not even teenagers yet. Thank God for wine. That will get me through the next 10 years, right?!? RIGHT?!?