You might, for example, find yourself flirting with anyone who might get you that appointment with the specialist who’s currently scheduling appointments into the next decade, get a bit shifty-eyed with your child’s therapist, knowing there’s no way you’re going to do all those leg extensions with your child, or find yourself ogling park children, mentally taking note of their behaviour. More than likely you hoard straws and other graspable items, accrued at fast food joints and mall carts. You’ve developed your own hit list, starting with uppity insurance agents and anyone who glares at your child. And, on bad days, if all else fails, you randomly roam the isles of the drug store, curse, stare into space, cry in your car, or stuff yourself with your child’s favorite snack food.