Let me start by saying that I love my kids more than I ever thought I'd love anything (except, maybe ice cream). But that doesn't mean there aren't times that I daydream about what my life would be like if I never had them - if my days weren't spent reading Sandra Boynton books,  attempting to teach animal sounds, telling my toddler not to get into the cupboard for the eightieth time,  cutting grapes into tiny pieces, reminding my 5-year-old to go the bathroom, sweeping up Cheerios, wiping up milk, finding lost pacifiers, squeezing Polly Pockets into stupid rubber clothes, sneaking away for five minutes to text my best friend and check Facebook to see what's happening on the outside...