Okay, okay...I surrender

This is me waving the white flag (okay, it's a washcloth, give me a break).

I officially give up.

These kids have been trying to break me for five years.

They win.

I surrender.

Note to my husband: You may claim my shattered soul under the couch next to the peanut-butter-honey-and-banana sandwiches they demanded and then rejected and then needed the bananas taken off and then couldn't manage to eat more than three bites of (and don't criticize me for ending a sentence with a preposition).

If I'm not there, I'm buying a one-way ticket to paradise....