Thursday morning. Wake up.
Get up. Wake up the kids. Have breakfast. Get kids ready to school. Walk them to school.
Work from home. Automation won’t work, do it manually.
Stop to go to the doctor.
Come back to a meeting. Work non-stop until 3:25.
Bring suitcase down for hubby.
Pick up kids at 3:30.
Drive kids to sports practice.
Stop at dry cleaner.
Back home, iron hubby’s shirts.
Fix dinner. Do the dishes.
Help hubby pack for his trip.
Read a bit. Go to bed.
And that migraine is still there until end of day Friday….
This post was written in response to the September 7th: Flash Fiction Challenge, hosted by Carrot Ranch