Everyone has a hard day once in a while. When that happens to millions of people, it equates to an entire nation having a hard day. Here are a few ways so many of us cope with social injustice on the daily.

1. Buy a Breakfast Burrito.

Taco Bell just announced that brand new Eggscellent Morning Burrito©, but Qdoba also just announced its new Wakin’ Bacon Blitz. That’s a tough decision, but hey, traffic is terrible this morning. Take some time to decide. What’s on the radio? Ugh. It’s that ‘new’ song that actually came out in 2015. Whatever, you dig it. Oh sh*t, you just missed the exit for Taco Bell. Guess the Qdoba Wakin’ Bacon Blitz it is! Your stomach will regret this later.

2. Go to Oula.

Damn, all the parking spots are taken… again. Guess you’ll have to park three blocks away and walk. God forbid you burn off some of that burrito. Alright, we’re finally inside and the check-in desk is out of pens…again. “Sign in blood,” the lady at the desk says as she hands you a steak knife. Something seems fishy, but Oula has never led you astray before! Whoops, too much blood. It soaks through the page.

“Guess Margaret Smith is also here today,” the lady at the desk ruminates. "Since the blood soaked through the page onto her name as well as yours..." She laughs. What a weirdo. You make it into the Oula studio. Sh*t, Margaret Smith stole your spot by the water cooler again! You settle in next to Sneezy Patty. It could be a long session.

3. Pick Up the Kids From Soccer Practice.

After a long, sort-of-productive Oula session, you pull up to the soccer field. “Two kids,” you wonder. “How the hell did that happen?” Then you remember the answer is sweet, sweet lovemaking and quickly snap out of your trance when Jason, 12, and Rebecca, 7, enter the car.

“Mommy, mommy! I tripped and fell on my face today,” Rebecca excitedly recounts.

You laugh on the inside and also on the outside.

“That wasn’t very nice, mom,” Jason helpfully reminds you.

Two kids? How the hell did that happen?

4. Feed the Dog.

You pull your Cobalt into the driveway and unload your mind and body into the house. Of course, the family golden retriever, Spot (despite his distinct lack of spots), needs food; every dog needs food. He pesters you until you give in and as you pour dry dog food into his bowl you can’t help but notice the smell the food gives off. It’s not pleasant and you wonder how a dog could possibly enjoy eating this drivel. But that’s not your problem; you’re a mother of two and also a human. Spot happily laps up his compacted dirt and you hear Jason and Rebecca watching TV from the living room. Some show about a slice of talking pizza. It sounds terrible.

5. Curl Up With TV and Ice Cream.

Yay! Your husband and father of two will be home late tonight, which means that you get to put the two children to bed! After an hour of fighting and struggling, they finally go down. You desperately yank Ben and Jerry’s out of the freezer, stumble over to the couch, and collapse in a ball of pity, despair, and unabated sexual desire. You turn on the TV. It’s the 10 o’ clock news. Another police officer has been acquitted. “Sh*t,” you think. “We should probably do something about that.”