As a mom I'm often frazzled to the point I wish my kids would run away. Since that never seems to occur then the only solution I'm left with is running away myself. Now I could pack my bags, drain what little I have in the bank account and disappear. I've seen enough spy and international crime movies to be able to figure out how to vanish. Yet leaving the house never seems the best option, so I have a daily back up plan. Pull out a corkscrew and uncork a bottle of wine. A couple of glasses in and I've completely left my mind. I'm sure the kids just think I'm bitch some days. Well I hate them too!