The days are such a repetition of each other that they sometimes seem very long, but when one pauses and looks back one starts at the accumulation of departed time, and deplores the swiftness of the seasons.
They kill me. The longest day of the week. Especially when they begin by taking my husband to the airport at 4:30 in the morning. And then include teaching for 7 hours, rushing home to get the girls off the bus and heading out to three more hours of violin lessons, piano lessons and math tutoring (or torturing, if you prefer).
And so, Taco Bell is not only quick and easy, it's practically a necessity.
Next Thursday I'll see about that crock pot I have....