You'll see what I'm talking about in a minute.
My husband and I are busy all day. Most of the time, we split childcare duties really equitably: he gets mornings, I get afternoons. We take turns putting the kids to sleep. While the one of us tends to the kids, the other cleans up, does laundry, runs errands, works on personal projects, exercises, etc. At the end of the day, all we want to do is veg out. So, for the most part, our nights usually involve drinking our delicious chia seed chocolate milks and watching one of our favorite shows.
One of our favorite shows is How I Met Your Mother (HIMYM because it is a bitch to write that out). We're just now catching up to the rest of the world and are almost done with the series. It's such a great way to let loose, laugh a little, stop thinking for a few minutes. But the other night...man. I lost it.
(Spoiler alert if you haven't watched any of HIMYM - and you should, so even if you think you'll never watch, please stop reading because eventually you will want to, and then I'll have ruined part of it for you - do yourself a favor, stop reading, and start watching. I mean, NPH y'all.)
The scene that got me: Lily and Ted go up to the roof to talk. Robin is engaged to Barney, and Lily and Marshall have a baby named Marvin. Lily implores Ted to just admit that he is still in love with Robin and doesn't want her to marry Barney. Ted refuses. Lily tells him that she will share her deepest secret, something she could never say out loud, if he could do the same. And then she does.
"Sometimes, I wish I wasn't a mom. Sometimes, I wish I could pack my bags and leave in the middle of the night."