I had such high hopes for today. The kids’ library books are overdue, but if I could get them back to the library before 5, there’d be no fines. I had the menus halfway made and the shopping list partially done, so I needed to finish that for an afternoon shopping trip. Then, the regular chores, school and hopefully a nap, since I’m still trying to provide my body enough rest to recover from the bronchitis I’ve developed.

Dear, sweet John let me sleep in and made his own breakfast. So, first cup of coffee in-hand at 9AM, I sat down to work the mail and my online businesses. At 9:15, hubby came in and asked for the tax records.

Here we go.

I knew then and there that my day was shot. Put it all away, folks. Lunchtime came and went, the kids found leftovers. Snack came and went, the kids found fruit. Crises arose and were dealt with one at a time, receipts disappeared, numbers didn’t crunch. The next time I looked at the clock, it was 5:45. There was no dinner ready, or even close to ready. The books were overdue (we aren’t talking pennies here), the grocery shopping didn’t get done. As soon as the online tax prep receipt was printed out, hubby grabbed his keys and said, “Whaddya want from Taco Bell?”

And I was too tired to argue. On the upside, the taxes are done for another year and I have a marvelous hubby who knows when I’m too overwhelmed. On the downside, yuck.

The kids went to bed happy, though! Fiddledeedee, there’ll be better food tomorrow.

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