no time, again

Not much time to breathe today, let alone post.

After putting in eight hours at work, I come home to a house in distress. Tim was home all day and supposed to be doing something. Apparently, all he managed to do is sit on the couch and work on his potato status. Sorry, can you tell I'm just a tad bitter.

Now, I have to get this house in judgemental mother-in-law company shape, prepare all the veggies for tomorrow, peel the potatoes and apples, make three pies - including handmade crusts, run to the damn store one last time, and try, desperately try, not to get into a huge argument with my dear husband before the day is over.