I admit to threatening my kids sometimes.  Nothing life-threatening of course, just the typical threats of a mother on the brink of losing her mind because her kids have driven her to the point of insanity.  Because I’ve picked up the 10th pair of socks in the family room in 24 hours or because someone, *eek* drank the last of my Diet Coke (also known as mommy crack in my house).  Mostly I’ve told them I’m going to send them to the moon, send them to Mars and send them to live with their grandparents.  Two of them have always been a remote possibility, but now, the third might be an option. 

School doesn’t start until Thursday.  If I get one more eye roll before then, someone is going to Mars.  You can count on it.