This is how one looks at 5:30 p.m. when:
*one has been forced out of bed at the obscenely early hour of 9 a.m.
*one has been dragged to swimming lessons which are not fun AT ALL (even if it is a little fun to back stroke, and jump off the diving board, and bounce and do things that look like playing).
*one has thrown a full tantrum after being allowed to watch only 30 minutes of the best Barbie movie ever by one's tyrannical mother, even when one is quite certain one has been promised the privilege of watching the WHOLE movie.
*one has been dragged to the grocery story where one's every incredibly reasonable request for delicious sugary treats was rejected under the ridiculous pretenses of "We don't need any more treats. Help me find some delicious healthy food." As if that exists.
*one has had no choice but to stage a violent protest against the making of dinner (by the aforementioned tyrant) when one just wanted to sit down and read books.
*one has been asked to share the enormous pile of baby blankets with one's demonic younger sister when it is OBVIOUS that there are simply not enough for more than one person.
There are days when I wish she would just tell me she's exhausted.