Copying a fudge recipe, and then (in close sequence) I gotta go finish washing dishes, start supper, iron the laundry, feed the kids, clean the kids, chuck them in bed, clean up the mess they made while eating, sort out my babe's gear for his indoor sports thing tonight, and then I still need to eat as well, do the dishes once again, and then MAKE the fudge while my babe is out so he can come home to a nice surprise, and then watch VD and finally have time to breathe again.
And then I recon I'll be ready to pass out.