Oh my Gosh, I'm so tired today. I woke up early. MOTH had an early morning, so I was flying solo to get everyone out of the house. I fed and helped them along with the single goal of going back to bed. True to form, once the nest was empty, I decided to drive my newly repaired car to the grocery store. I haven't grocery shopped since before our spring break, so we're down to the bottom of the barrel.
Grocery shopping with children should be an olympic sport.
But when they aren't there . . . it's kind of weird. There's no one to be the "getter". It took me just as long, only nobody spilled my coffee and I had zero disciplinary moments. Nobody tried to juggle mangoes or make the lobsters "talk". Blissful, I guess.
While I was at the grocery store, I took a phone call from accounting. My heart sinks when I see that number come up. It was a friendly reminder that our tax prep paperwork has to be in by Friday in order for them to complete on time. Sheesh. Have I vented about how much I hate taxes. I. Hate. Taxes. Everything about them. I hate preparing documents, saving receipts and driving there. Ugh. I hate the "you owe the government" phone call. And I've come to hate the "you get 14 cents back" phone call.
So, I unloaded groceries this morning & spent the rest of my alone time prepping payroll and taxes. Joyful. Just about as joyful as back to back mamogram and pelvic exam appointments. My time is up and I have to go fetch Mimi . . .
And, I'm STILL tired.
And now, very hungry.