Squeezed

Squeezed.  That’s me the past week.  From mom duties to work duties to wife duties to repair maven to pet mommy to carpool, and back again. 

We’re entering the final push of Big golf tournaments for the year, and hubby heads out tomorrow for almost two weeks of non-stop work.  I’m not going on the road with him, but there’s plenty of work here at the house I’ll be doing while he’s gone.  Just the prep work has eaten up most of my weekend – 10 hours and counting just printing scoreboards and designing the charts.  Another 4 or 5 hours of the same today.

If things go smoothly life should start to get back to normal in a few days.  But when do things really ever go smoothly?