Ever have those days when you feel like a total failure, like your life is a mess and there's nothing you can do about it? Ever fall into despair about ever getting the house clean, tidy and organized, getting the kids to behave and do what you tell them, fully getting your husband's attention? Ever feel taken for granted, unappreciated, invisible, unimportant? Ever feel like you toil endlessly, doing the same thing day after mind-numbing day with nothing to show for it? Ever fear that if you have to wipe the same counter, sweep the same floor, fold the same underwear, scour the same pot, scold the same child for the same infraction, step on the same razor-sharp Legos in your bare feet, strip the same pissy bedsheets, trip over the same field hockey stick bag, referee the same argument, fight the same bedtime battle and explain the same needs to your husband one more time you're going to snap and run screaming into the street?

It's Wednesday, it's one of those days and I just don't know if I can do it.