The first time I heard that scientists had cloned a mammal, I was aghast.  Why in the world would anyone think that's a good idea, I mused.  But now, with two kids, two dogs, a cat, a house, and a "this ain't your standard 40-hour-a-week, full-time job, lady", I say....

Clone me up, buttercup, but don't break my heart.  You see, not only do I need another me to clean the bathrooms, cooks the meals, do the shopping, pack the lunches and help with homework, I need one to absorb the body blows that come from my current marital dysfunction.   That's where the "don't break my heart" comes in.  If there are two of me, then only one of me should have to bear the burden of my broken heart. 

The other me can work all day, then be able to put up her feet for a minimum of 2 minutes before launching into the next activity.  Yummy.

But wait, there's more.  Please sir, I need just one more clone.  The third me can deal with medical issues.  That's sometimes a full-time job in itself.  One of my children has some pretty substantial medical issues that require many visits to the doctor and lots of insurance paperwork.  It probably makes sense for this me to bear the burden of my broken heart because she's already knee-deep in worries and sleepness nights.

I don't know about you, but I think we should all have access to three "Me's".  Ah, wouldn't it be nice to share the load just every once in a while?

But alas, it's time to get back to reality.  First day of school tomorrow!