Otherwise known as tax day.
There really is such a thing as a tax widow.
Hugh’s been working fourteen hour days for ten weeks straight.
He has been able to get home in time to hang out with Danny for a bit by 6:00pm.
Do the mental math at the ungodly hour his alarm must go off so he can shower.
And the commute.
The kids have been great this year. Everyone pitched in without too much complaining.
Best of all???
We have a rarity tonight
Everyone will be home for dinner.
So, we are celebrating another busy season under our belts and the that the alarm will not go off at 2:10am.