PMS sucks
I woke up ok this morning. Somewhere between coffee and the grocery store to get a couple things PMS made a sneak attack. I got home in a foul mood. My house has been a mess because I have not been home to deal with much of anything. When I am home, I just want to chill out and escape into the vortex of the net. I also resent the inactivity of the penis people in my house. My husband does backbreaking work several hours a day. I just keep moving and do mentally challenging tasks and multiple things ALLLLL day. I get up and I don't stop moving till I finally can't keep my eyes open. I am dealing with two households since my mom died. Dad can't comprehend things like bills, and calls everyone Enron specialists. UGH, I am so sick of hearing about it. I can barely keep up with my household of 5, and now I have a cranky senior citizen to keep tabs on as well. I love my father, but it's completely stretching me too thin. I am glad he's travelled to NY to see his brother. I need the break as much as he does. However, I need to get over there and start tossing some stuff he's wanting to hang on to. It's garbage dad, why do you want to live with garbage? It might be easier to help him if I was geographically closer to him. However, we don't want to move back across town to that neck of the woods. He would just leave the whole lot of it, if he could. He can't stand being there with so many memories haunting him every where he turns. We need to get the van worked on .... again. Had brake work done but something's not right. Need to take it back to them on Monday. Need an oil change. In the meantime, I need to at least put some oil in the engine so I don't blow it. The shed was cleaned out and now I have no clue where the oil was stashed so I can use it. I need to get rid of the Saturn with a blown engine, and the Pontiac van with a broken timing belt. The yard is half a step above redneck status, only because the vehicles all have their own wheels. I am soooo needing a vacation that involves being by myself and no one to bother me. At this point in my life, my stress level almost matches that of a very dark period 2 years ago that changed our lives completely.