I know everyone has problems.

 
Some days are just better than others.

 
Sometimes when you’re swimming, you hit the lane rope with your hand so many times it swells to the point you look like you’ve been in a bar fight with a lane rope—and lost.

 
Sometimes you think making spaghetti will be so well received you’ll win the trophy for Mother-of-the-year but the kids decide that’s the day they will barf if they eat any more pasta in this lifetime.

 
Sometimes you can’t figure out what that “low tire pressure” signal on your car means until you consider inflating them with all of that leftover spaghetti.

 
Sometimes you think you can organize your closets, de-clutter the basement, wash the windows and the sheets and the oven and towels and clean out the fridge and dust, my God the dust….

 
And then a wise little five year old comes over with a box with the corner torn and one flap removed and asks, “Mommy, do you want to play Monopoly Junior with me?”

 
Then you nod and smile and agree to all of her terms.

 
Then she says, “Mommy, may the best woman win” while intermittently raising her eyebrows about an inch away from your face.

 
Problems forgotten.