Thanks to "Modern Family", Jason has begun inferring that I can only do two things a day.  ("The gym and maybe one other thing" to be exact.  It's become a running joke.   I think it's hilarious, but something tells me Jason actually believes there may be some truth to this. 

Last night, he was writing out bills (yes, he's one of those primitive men who still writes out checks).  He had a stack of bills to go out.  Some of them needed to go out in the mail the next day, several needed to be paid in person on Thurs. (neighborhood dues, motorcycle payment at the bank, etc).  He does what he always does, which is to say, it took him 15 minutes to explain that one stack was to get mailed and the other stack (marked 'TH' for Thursday) was to get delivered on...you guessed it, Thursday.  I just starred daggers into his temple.  He goes, "what?"  I said, "why do you do that?  Why do you talk to me like I'm 5".  He said, "you have that glazed look on your face, I wanted to make sure it got absorbed".   (In his defense, I was totally watching Real Housewives of Beverly Hills, so I probably did have that glazed over look).   So, I got all shitty and I was all, "Oh no.  What am I going to do?  How in the world am I going to go to the gym AND remember to walk to the mailbox??  Well, I guess I won't be able to wake up and give the kids breakfast because that would put me well over quota!"  He was crying. 

This morning, like every morning, I woke up, came downstairs, looked at my stack of shit I have to do today (Secretary of State license re-newal form, library books to be returned, [said] bills to be mailed out and no joke, I kind of started sweating.  Sec of State puts me over the edge as it is.  Then, I see that Jason has pulled out our copy machine and stacked it nice and neat with the rest of my stuff, reminded me that I have to take it to wrestling sign-ups tonight because he volunteered me to help out at registration.  Now, I'm full blown breathing in a bag.  Not to mention, I have to drive DOWNTOWN Grand Rapids today to meet with a guy about a possible upcoming project.  Ok, this ain't funny anymore.  I'm straight up freaking out at this point.  Not only is this clearly more than 2 things to do, but it's stuff like "sign ups" where I have to talk to parents AND driving downtown which horrifies me.  Oh my GOSH and now, to throw Secretary of State into the mix.  Oy...  I'm schvitzing before I even leave the house.  Cut to me at 4 PM, laying on my couch with a leopard print ice pack over my eyes.  Go away, children.  Mummy has had a very taxing day.  

Now, I have to go figure out which #*$*-ing envelopes go out in the mail and which ones don't.  Which is, you know, all confusing.   
 
You can bet your ass Jason and I will be renegotiating matters after today . Mo chores?  Mo money!