The extent of my insanity dawned on me this evening.

There I was, 6:00 at night, alone with my three children, at the mall, on a Friday, buying them hamburgers, and sitting at a table between oversexed teenagers and an interesting lesbian couple.

Then I looked down.
There were my feet, wearing Tom's flip flops.

Huge flip flops, that my feet only cover half of.
How could I have walked out the door like that? And then I thought, how could I be at the mall, alone with my kids on a Friday night with no purpose in being there?

Certifiable.