Peace, at last. Finally. This is all you've ever wanted. Sure, having a family is rewarding, and it fills you with all sorts of happiness, but every once in a while, it's good to take a break from all the chaos and have some time to yourself. And this is exactly what you had envisioned when you thought of a break. Your son is in the house, being cared for by your spouse, and you're in the backyard with a few friends, drinking wine and talking about life. Now, this is nice.

But, like all things, it must come to an end. And God, does it come to an end abruptly.

"I don't want mushrooms!" The faint yelling of a toddler can be heard from inside the house before everything spirals. Leo is running out into the backyard, tripping over a few things and scratching his knee before a weak, wounded cry escapes him. Having managed to weasel out of the hands of your spouse, he's teary-eyed, and he's in desperate need of comfort. "I don't want mushrooms in my dinner!"