Our very own Redsy recently quit her day job, packed her bags and jumped headfirst into the lucrative vacation development business. And boy, are you going to love it.

The Home for Wayward Mothers, as she notes over at Imperfect Parent, is for, well, I would bet a lot of people.

"Perhaps you’re simply down about childrearing… Babies are cute, you reckon, but who knew they’d stick around for so long?? Or maybe your partner’s idea of foreplay is asking what’s for dinner and then grabbing your ass?" (Editor's mental note: This is apparently wrong somehow. Must investigate.) 

Perched on an idyllic spit somewhere along the oceanfront border between Kansas and Colorado, the Home for Wayward Mothers sounds like a welcome reprieve for anyone caught up the cycle of being the perfect parent or the perfect spouse. Because really, nothing says relaxation like this offered treat in which people "will validate each and every one of your concerns with statements such as “I can’t believe you’ve put up with this for so long!” and “It makes perfect sense that you feel this way!”" That's almost better than a 90-minute massage!

I can only guess that Reds left out fathers because we're already perfect. Still, this is a can't miss destination for stressed out moms. Who love traffic cop fantasies. (Oh, just go see for yourself.)