December is always hell for us financial types. Getting things done to close out the books, clients clamoring for their invoices so they can pay their bills, trying to figure out what to do with the incoming money for tax reasons, the holidays, the holiday events, etc., etc., etc.
Suffice to say I have been pretty busy at work this week. I left at 3 on Wednesday, was off and doing at-home organizing to make my part-time jobs go more smoothly, and slammed at work today. It is kind of crazy.
But M and I had plans to make bbq beef ribs in the oven tonight, experimenting with a method discovered when I made some pork country spare ribs for work. Except I had a phone call from one of my part-time bosses – he’s out of the country and forgot that I’m in the US and it’s after 7 on a Friday night here – and left M to watch over the food. Then there was some sort of cat-squealing crisis on the deck, I was on the phone, next I knew the smoke detector was going off because the meat was on fire in the oven.
It’s been a number of years since we had this sort of pandemonium going on in our household. The kids were probably toddlers the last time I can remember such a perfect storm of chaos with my boss on the other end of the phone, but it just goes to show I still have an interesting home life.
After hanging up on the boss (and then calling him back to apologize and finish our conversation), putting out the fire in the oven, M tending to the cats (fighting with a possum, apparently), we finally sat down to dinner of salad and turkey sandwiches. The coal pieces on beef bones are now in the trash can.
It’s day 2 of a new year and we have already burned dinner. It surely only gets better from here.