Don't panic

It is nearly the end of the weekend and I still have a stack of chores to do. I *still* haven't done our taxes - that's just going to have to wait until tomorrow night. I *hope* I'll find a few hours to take care of them then. I have a long list work chores to get done. The laundry is clean and sorted into baskets, but there's no chance that they'll be folded and put away. The fridge is loaded and the kitchen is clean, but please ignore the piles of papers in the living room.

At least I managed to get through the stack of bills. Our insurance policies are due - those checks were painful to write since our college kid got his speeding ticket last year. And getting buried in the pages of explanation-of-benefits from our health insurance for all of the soccer kid's knee procedures - my head is completely swimming. I am not looking forward to getting the bills from the hospital and doctors.

Okay, time to stop whining, time to get back to chores. I should be regretting spending all of last night netflixing with the soccer kid. But it was too tempting, snuggling on the sofa together and watching the scariest scenes through our fingers.