that when my mother would ask me, "Why don't you clear the table for us?" she didn't really want to know why I didn't want to clear the table?
that I feel like I can't wait to have a break from my children, and then I can't wait to get back to them?
that I crave companionship but never call anyone?
that my firstborn son chooses to attend the college that was the arch-rival of my alma mater?
that helping to guide someone's footsteps makes them want to run in the opposite direction?