Train Wreck

That is what I feel like. Yesterday was a 13 hour day that ended with dinner with my in-laws, which is never a pretty thing. I started with a 9am photo shoot, which meant running home for an hour to edit pictures, which led to running to the other side of the city for my brother-in-law's piano lesson, and running back across the city to pick up a birthday present for my MIL and then running out again to teach lessons, one of which I had to skip because of time (FYI, it's really hard to find a not sappy, "you're the best person who ever lived you make our lives complete, we couldn't live without you" mom birthday card, which I couldn't have given my MIL with a straight face because it would be a ridiculous lie) which led to dinner with the in-laws, who were complaining about how late we had to eat who them proceeded to show up 20 minutes later than us, which led to errands and finally getting home around 9:40. I wanted to scream, I hadn't stopped moving sine I'd gotten up at 7:10 to get Adam lunch and get him out the door for work.

Today is about the same type of day, start praying now!