So today has been one of those days. I had two goals for the day, finish my Flash and Dash and catch up a bit on my critiquing. I managed to accomplish my goals, but not without interruptions.

So my father in law, who's certified crazy---no really---comes over yesterday and asks if I'll go to lunch with him today. He wants to go to the same place I took him last week. It happens to be one of my favorite places. But I have to wonder, because just last week, at that same lunch, he tells me he's strapped for the month. Then yesterday, he appears on my doorstep asking to take me out. I don't really want to, don't want him to spend the money, thinking in the back of my mind that he's close to broke. I mean, the man is a kid and will keep spending his money until he runs out. But he looks so hopeful, and I feel sorry for him. So I figure, well, I have a coupon and it's not really a pricey place so I agree. There's about 45 minutes of my life eaten away.

I was trying to get my Flash and Dash done before we went. I was almost there, when true to his form, he shows up fifteen minutes early.

I get back and finish my story, get it posted and begin doing some crits. My sister in law calls, wanting to chat. She's depressed(who isn't). She's out of a job, mainly due to her big mouth and attitude and refusing to "play the game" I guess I can't fault her for that and she mumbles something about integrity, but that doesn't really pay the bills(I'm not really this harsh, but I'm a little irritated). She mentions being right back where she was when she moved here, no job, no money, no car...welcome to our world, dear child.

By the time I'm finished with her, Daddy in law is back at my door and informs me he rented my husband a video game. I finally get back up stairs to read some more, when hubby comes home. He's pissed because his dad rented him a video game. One: because he hates to play rented games because why get into something when it has to go back in a week, and Two: because he doesn't like the video game that was rented. It's an RPG, when he likes first person shooter and driving games. He explains to me, "I wouldn't go to the bookstore and pick out a book for you." Ok, good point.

So being the loving wife I am, I spend his two hour break with him, outside, letting the doggies soak up some sun. Meanwhile, I start dinner, which has to cook for three hours.

The boy comes home, I shuffle Mark back to work and come back to try to continue my reading. Daddy in law is back at my door asking if Mark is home. I again come back up to read but my phone, which has been ringing all day, is still ringing. Low and behold, it's my grandmother, and I didn't make it there in time. I call her back but her line's busy. She's ninety-five so I'm a little concerned. I listen to my messages...of course she doesn't leave one...and hear that my mother had called me last Sat. So feeling guilty, I call my mom and chat her up for awhile. Then hang up from her and call Grandmother and chat her up for awhile.

By then dinner is ready and we eat, I clean the kitchen, take the dogs out for a poop and manage to catch up on my reading.

I swing over to the Flash and Dash and see dear Charlie has left me a crit. Seems he didn't feel the emotion from it, and frankly, I'm irritated. Why do I do this? Why has my shit gotten worse and my writing one dimensional? Now I'm just bummed.

and here I am ranting about the demands of my day.

Saffy darling, I read your post and I am with you, I hear you, I know you're alone, and I'm thinking about you. Unfortunately, my thoughts and reply will have to wait until tomorrow.