The Sort of Great Escape

On the cusp of insanity with kids on one side fighting, yelling, and lazing about on the floor despite the fact that you've told them to clean their room, take out the trash, and put away their laundry about fifteen times with no new response except for your voice going up half an octave every time you repeat yourself, and on the other side, you've got the wish and--dare I say--pipe dream for a lovely, beautiful summer with an organized home, clean children who have learned so many wonderful lessons and behaved in miraculously sweet and respectful ways that they are pretty much entitled to any bit of fun you could possibly provide despite all the worries which could make life miserable but don't because things are so darn great, you steal a moment in the very middle of these polar opposites--seizing it by piling the lazing little miracles into the car and running away to the movies.