The dog ate Superbunny. Not the whole thing. She just ate the face off. You can still see the stitched mouth and nose, but the button eyes are long gone. It's not the first thing the dog has eaten. She's eaten a few pairs of shoes, some random housewares, a roll of toilet paper and too many dinosaurs to count. But Superbunny hit a nerve. See, much of motherhood is sacrifice. Not noble sacrifices like laying down your life, but ignoble ones, like not ever sitting down to dinner without someone using the word fart. In fact, one day my kids will thank me for not smacking them every time they purposely worked the word poop into an otherwise clean conversation. Much of my time is spent waiting for somebody or repeating something or reprimanding them for stuff I never though I had to tell them not to do. It's worth it, but it takes a toll on one's psyche after a while. Especially since kids are completely clueless that you might want to be doing something else. Has if I