Lord help me to get through this day.
Hubby is in a world of hurt and trying to sleep on the recliner cuz last night was bad, really bad and I'm trying to clean the house before my parents get here (I'm take a break right now). I still have to go to the grocery store, change my son's poopy diaper, clean my frig, finish cleaning the kitchen, vacuum, fold clothes, mop, clean two bathrooms, cook dinner, pick up oldest son at 5:30, take oldest son to boyscouts at 6:30, and somehow not lose my mind. Oh and someone called and said that I need to be at a meeting concerning my oldest son and a state sponsored scholarship at 7pm.
I can hear my mother's mouth now: "This is why you need to be back in California."