You work hard all day.
You haven’t had time to sit down and relax. You haven’t had time to sit down period.
You’ve been on the go, non-stop since 6:43 a.m.
Your back aches, your head hurts, and your knees are tired.
You spent fourteen hours with a four-year old and a one year old.
You notice another gray hair.
Your mom shift is finally over.
You walk downstairs …and see it.
Ummmmmmm. No. Hell no.
You turn around looking for it.
And there it is … hanging out by the television.
The all-powerful, the almighty … The remote control.
It’s Tuesday night.
It’s Sons of Anarchy night.