Practice Management

My wife and daughters headed out this morning to Austin, Texas for a confab and gabfest of sorts in an all girl day among the mothers and daughters on her side of the family.  Last night I had big plans for today.  Catch up on work, do a little work in the back yard, and/or work on some of my ideas.  But, I am afraid that I feel more like Ziggy this morning.  And, with the exception of the cap and bunny slippers, look like him to boot.  As it is, I will probably spend the morning trying to make my teenage son get up and get out of bed in time to get to his job at the movie theater.  At 17 years old that is a monumental chore.  How dare my wife leave me with that task.  Then I might just veg in front of the TV and marvel at just being alone for a short time before the calls start coming in from all of my kids about their need for money.  I am, after all, a walking, talking, living, complaining ATM, just like my Dad before me.  (God, speaking of my Dad, I have got to call him tomorrow, and he is probably getting a kick out of my plight).