Oddly enough, I’m so much more productive on the days when Marc is out of the house. I don’t know why – it’s not like he isn’t working when he’s home, it’s not that the stuff I do doesn’t need to be done on the days he’s home. But today, I got Sam all caught up on school, washed his bedding, made my bed, walked the dog twice, made Julie’s bed and mine, took Julie to Walmart in Oxford to order another pair of glasses, did the grocery shopping, checked in with my in-laws, got Julie to do typing, xtra math and reading, checked in with Aimee and my mother, unloaded the dishwasher, reloaded it, vacuumed the living room and made dinner for everyone. I’ve even cleaned up after dinner.

But now it’s 6:15, and I’m tired.

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