Mom and I are staying home, except if I have a Dr apt or need a medication filled, we make lists of groceries running low on; and pet things before we go out so Mom can grab them all while she is in the store ONE PERSON: ONE CART.
My brother Travis.
Because he isn't an already desirable enough human being. He's been treating stay home as go hang out with my friends, ride four wheelers, have fun non stop then slam the door when I come home at 2 am.
Oh and the other night, he left a pan boiling on the stove all night (when his friends place just burned down a couple weeks ago). Mom gave him holy hell for that one!
As if not scary enough with my Chronic Pain and weakened immune system, but hello I just had SURGERY here no germs need to be entering this house. She has two cans of my lysol in the bathroom.
I guess the only positive is he stays in his room on the other part of the house when he actually is here with his home-boys but STILL. Anxiety on high already and he's totally not fucking helping.