Last Saturday was "help Suzi get the garage back to where I can walk through it" day. We organized a bunch but then pulled out a bunch that needs to go out on the next "extra trash" day which isn't for about 3 weeks...so it is still a mess.

Sounds like a lot of good work though.

I have a meltdown at the grocery store. I the my phone down and ended up crying. One employee asked if I was ok and did I want EMS. That level of meltdown.

I have a UTI again. I know why...sexy times probably. I ended up going to CVS minute clinic. I need to see the urologist and ask if I can get back on the preventative antibiotic.

Also mom is going out of town Wednesday. Maybe. Today she took her car into the place she likes but is unreliable and of course they said it would be ready by noon. No they don't have the part it will be in at 1:30. No 2:30. No tomorrow.

Also Email was over all day that was last minute. All this made me change my plans. Plus he was... something. Every 2. Hours he is hungry again but he doesn't want to eat anything.

He really really wants someone to rough house with but Mom can only do so much and I won't. I won't because when he accidentally hurts Mom and she says stop he doesn't. But she lets it go until it goes too far. Hegot upset because she put a stop to anything when he did tickle her and wouldn't stop.

I want to point out to mom she's not helping him learn boundaries but she has boundary issues. Then E was going to maybe stay for dinner. I was in town and asked I'd I should get something. We didn't have enough sandwich meat and we were going to have enough pork for dinner and E doesn't eat pork. Mom suggests Zaxbys but I didn't want to because my brother does not want E to eat fast food. Mom kept saying I'll get a salad and ill share some but that wouldn't fix the it's fast good issue and it wouldn't be enough. Today he'd had breakfast t his house, snack at ours, lunch at ours and 2 other snacks. The other day he ate 2 turkey and cheese sandwiches, 2 jellos cips, 2 applesuace cups, crackers, 2 glasses of milk, cheese , and something else. Not all at one sitting. He's going again.

I ended up going to grocery store and everyone was so slow and I had to pee and it hurt and I lost it.

Came home and..Email isn't staying for dinner but I wanted quit and there was none and I want to play call of duty but Mom is watching the tv.

And my plans for tomorrow are up in the air and if mom's car won't get fixed I don't know what will happen

Oh askye, I'm sorry, that's so difficult, with nothing going to plan and everything feeling out of control. I'm so sorry. I hope you can feel better, and more like you have a handle on things.

We are having guests this weekend. I warned them ahead of time, it's supposed to be hot, our house has no AC, and the floors are an agility course of half-empty boxes and stacks of books mid-sort and shelve. Shelves are still being built, there's no way to clear anything effectively without undoing all the sorted stacks. So they know. There are paths to places to sit, and a porch with a breeze, and we'll go out to eat.

I will scrub the bathroom sinks and toilets and make sure the ceiling cobwebs are gone, though. Dirty dishes never accumulate in this house, due to unwavering vigilance, and otherwise, they'll have to content themselves with our company, and the opportunity to book shop, in house, as it were.

I'm sorry, askye. Do you have something you can do to help cool down (I think you've said you like coloring?)

Thanks for talking me through my freak-out about the landlord, everyone. I'm still not sure if the air conditioner is working -- I've got it set at 70, but the thermostat says 78, but it doesn't feel that warm -- so I'm supposed to call him again tomorrow to let him know what's happening. There was ice on the unit outside before, and there isn't now, which seems like a good sign.

When I was a kid, there were times that my mom said that I couldn't have friends over because the house was too messy, or that my friends could come over, but we could only play outside or in the family room, and I'd have to keep the door to my bedroom closed, because my bedroom was too messy. I remember trying to sneak into my room to get a game or book that I wanted to show my friend while keeping the door as close to closed as possible, so that my friend wouldn't see inside my room.

My room was a horror scene as a kid too. DH#1 was a neat freak and he forever corrupted me. Now stuff around me is generally in pretty good shape. My kids rooms were a mess, but that was their issue to deal with.

Our kitchen was always at least reasonably clean, and we'd never leave food out, and I'm still that way (unless I'm feeling really horrible, I'll never go to bed with dirty dishes left out), but I really just have no clue how to get in the habit of putting stuff back where it belongs -- or even of figuring out where would be a good place for each thing to belong -- and trying to do it overwhelms me, and I just shut down.

I'm sorry you had such a rough day, askye. I hope you are in the mend soon.

Aaaaaaaaaand now the bill for calmly handling things for my friend comes due. I'm having unwanted images of holding Harvey's dead body invade my head. I have a theory that big dramatic immediate emotional reactions facilitate processing events. I know that for me, being calm and practical during a crisis often suppresses dealing with the emotional pain. At least I hope it works that way for my friend - that her intense, paralyzing grief will allow her to recover her ability to cope faster.

ETA: I'm treating my own freakout with kitten videos and chips and cookies.t

I realized after my brother in law got annoyed at my sister for it that I also do this--sometimes I will leave cabinets or drawers wide-open. I don't know why. It's like, it takes half a second after you get the thing out to close the cabinet! But for some reason...