The funny thing about becoming a mom at a young age, is that you spend your best-looking years sleep-deprived and trapped in the house, often completely alone with little kids, while everyone else is milking their looks and dating and partying and traveling.

And then, when you're middle-aged and run-down, and you reach the stage when you were planning on slowing down and relaxing, you found out that adult children cost much more than minor children, and grandchildren are also expensive, and now you have a whole herd of retirees in your family, and your home needs to be renovated, so you start working your ass off, again.

Are we all gonna drop-dead from exhaustion at 65? Cuz, that's what it basically feels like.

/whining