When did I stop thinking only about myself and start putting others at the top of my list?  When did I decide it was perfectly fine to go without a haircut so that the dog, yes, the DOG could get his haircut?  When did I decide that shoes should indeed be comfortable?

And more importantly, when did I decide that planning out the menu a week in advance just might be a good thing?  Mind you, I haven’t yet implemented this strategy – which is why I’m sitting here at nearly 7:00PM trying to figure out what to make for dinner – but it’s still a good idea that in my former life I previously would have laughed off.

I want to be a kid again. I want to be carefree.  I don’t want to have to be the one in charge.  I don’t want to have to do the dishes and make dinner or do laundry.  I don’t want to have to schedule my week.  I just way to run and play and frolic and well, make a mess and not have to be the one to clean it up.

I say we lead a revolt.  I say we create a whole week where we embrace our inner child (or would that be children?) and run amok.  Who wants to join me?