You know that feeling when you're just... done? Like, you're looking at someone’s pics of their perfect beach vacation, all sun and smiles, while it’s been raining for three straight days here and the little one just threw up AGAIN on the one clean shirt you had left. And you just *like* it. Like, you actually press the heart button. What IS that, you know? Just... the absolute absurdity of it all. Sometimes you just have to laugh. Or cry. Whatever.