Nothing good ever comes from saying this.
Well, since I'm already here checking my mailbox and dropping off a form for such and such, I'll just stand here at the office counter and eat pistachios that the school secretaries set out until I fall over like a horse who can't stop eating.
Well, since I'm already here at Target to buy light bulbs and an umbrella, I'll just walk around for an hour looking at things I don't need (and buy them, too).
Well, since I'm already here for Bridget's dr. appt. where she gets three shots + an oral vaccine, I'll just go ahead upstairs to the lab to have the big girls' blood drawn to check their lead levels (you know, now that we're living in The 1938 House and all).
I'm sure you can see where I'm headed with this.
I suppose I could look at it this way: if you don't have the occasional day where all three of your children are simultaneously shrieking, wailing, and turning purple in the face from anger at the realization that their mama has betrayed them by allowing strangers to poke, stick, prod, and shower them with bulk stickers from Oriental Trading Company, the regular days wouldn't seem quite as calm.
Mmm hmmm. Right.