When it rains, it pours

My dear husband took off work early today, so we can have lunch together. In effort to try and get everyone where they need to be and accomplish all my work, I'm running around like the proverbial chicken with my head cut off.

I get my work done and then my editor calls about the time I'm walking out the door to give me another story. He's shocked when I turn it down, but dude, I have a life, too. I want to go eat with my folks and my husband. I don't want to do another story. He sits on the other end of the line in dead silence. He, sincerely, is shocked that I don't want it. Normally I would, but I like to have a life occasionally, too.

*sigh*