Last night for example

I get off work at 5pm.  By the way, I work for a Home Health company, which is not my true love in nursing.  I like critical care, but those hours were not good for family life so I made the switch.  I made the sacrifice.  I'll whine about that occasionally, but I am glad to be around to take care of my kids more...except when they are acting like little assholes.  So anyway, I go pick up Cade at the babysitter.  I go pick up Callan from art.  We go home and 1st check on our dog that ran away last week.  His name is Max and Max has been in a fight or two so we are trying to give him some extra TLC.  I'm not a dog lover, but I don't hate them either.  This is Callan's dog.  Max looks rough.  I decide to give him a bath just to clean him up good.  WTF was I thinking...my house smelled terrible, like a wet dog of course.  Then, I start supper...a Mexican casserole thing.  No recipe, just some stuff thrown in a casserole dish and into the oven.  I get a phone call from the boss at the assisted living facility saying something was wrong with my mom.  I call my sis in law, Laurie to come over.  I head out to check on mom, but she was doing better.  I stay for a while just to make sure.  Then, I get home about 8:30.  Craig is home.  I grab a couple of bites of supper and then swap clothes from washer to dryer.  I clean up the kitchen...kinda.  Then start getting the boys ready for bed.  Craig has worked the last 8 days and he's tired.  No shit.  I get it.  But I'm kinda tired too.  Boys bathed, clothes folded, bedtime for the little guy and yay, finally, I get to sit down too.  A day in the life...and that's nothing really.