I don’t understand why, at pickup time, it takes me eight minutes to walk to the school, but 45 minutes for us to get home.
I don’t understand why an hour of waiting for Gal Smiley at skating class, with the Captain and the Little Miss, just flies by, while an hour of waiting for the Captain at soccer, with Gal Smiley and the Little Miss, feels like an eternity of torture in the depths of hell.
I don’t understand why, after yoga class, I feel like I’ve been beaten by thugs.
I don’t understand why I keep going back to yoga class.
I don’t understand why, on laundry day, everyone has seven pairs of underwear, seven undershirts, and yet some completely random number of socks. Gal Smiley typically has three or four pairs of socks, except for every fifth week when she suddenly produces 14 pairs of socks. The Captain regularly has 12 pairs of socks in the wash but Little Miss Sunshine has, at most, five.
And finally, I don’t understand why candy cane Hershey kisses and coffee do not qualify as a nutritious breakfast.