My Kids, brought to me by the makers of Prozac

I swear, my kids one and only goal in life is to see me on heavy duty antidepressants. Every time I turn around they are up to something. Oh sure, they are cute, I will give you that. But for me.... For example, I just had to get up and chase my two year old out of the bathroom. She'd taken all of her clothes off and was spreading "Hello, Kitty" glitter body gel all over the mirror. I can find no other reason for her to do this but to drive me crazy. Does she enjoy the discordant screech of my voice as I scream until my head swells? Oh, pause for a moment, the five year old brought in a camelia flower and the two year old tore it apart all over the family room.