Toys r Us

Does anyone else feel like you’ve got this massive toy department in your brain and a bunch of unsupervised 5 year olds live there? That when you’re completely over stimulated, overwhelmed, overthinking, and or overly emotional those unruly kids in your toy department brain strap you in a car seat. So you can enjoy the show they put on that is your life and the level of crazy they're about to make you look like to others. Because you’ve done lost your shit? Or is this all just me?