as for that large bar of nestle crunch behind the spice jars on the topmost cupboard in the kitchen? the children can pry it from my cold, dead hands.

never tell your children you're making brownies.  there is no point in pre-heating the oven when there's no batter left to make brownies with.

i'm telling you, lack of sex makes a person ill.  many a parent take regular sick days off from work because the only possibility of extinguishing the raging flames of desire is when the children are in school.  it is safe to conclude that this is also the reason why we see a lot of parents looking less than joyful during the summer holidays.

a mother is her own worst critic.  no matter how selfless she deems herself to be, there's always a nagging afterthought that she hasn't done enough.  i try to contemplate on my own feelings of inadequacy by finding a quiet spot, accompanied only by the chocolate bar that i've succeeded to smuggle past the kids without getting detected.