Gripe

Wedding planning, fiancee moving in, combining finances. Not to mention typical work stress, home improvement projects and finishing everything before an upcoming vacation.

Yuck.

The term "biting off more than you can chew," has never seemed more appropriate. Most of what's going on right now is good stuff but it doesn't change the fact that there just aren't enough hours in the day anymore.

Case in point:

Usually when my dad calls with a computer problem I can just stay on the phone until we figure it out. He's pretty good about estimating when I'll probably be driving home from work or at least done working and just goofing off in the office.

But today was different. I was on the way home after running a couple of errands (including the grocery store for something to cook for dinner) and he called with what turned out to be a pretty hairy issue. Surprising to him, but without complaint, I had to cut him off at one point and say:

"I'll have to call you back in a little while. I have to start dinner or nobody in the house will be eating tonight."

It used to be that the only one affected by such an event would be me. The fact that the good woman didn't get home from her Napa work boondoggle until 9pm isn't the point. Really. It's not.

Well, maybe just a little.