I just don't want to do it some days.  Go out into the cold and ride a bike while my hands and face freeze to take a kid to a school where the guard at the complex gate will ask me a hundred questions as though I don't go through that very gate multiple times a day.  Sometimes I'm really off my game and forget something and have to run back up 4 flights of stairs to get it, but I'm thankful I don't live on the 7th floor!  Noah has taken the house key and lost it, again.

This was in the draft pile... but its so reflective of my daily life... maybe I'll finish it someday.