This morning I heard my dad ask something about the shop my family owns. My brother said something like "We might. I won't say for sure that we do, but we might." I came into the room a few seconds later and asked what we might. But my brother seemed confused and said that no one had said anything like that.
Uh-oh.

Ever since that moment, my day has been both normal and horrible. The omlet I made for breakfast was raw inside. I went out to mow the grass, and halfway through I was near tears because the ground was so uneven that our hand mower kept catching on things. A rosebush caught on my shirt and I panicked, because it felt like someone had grabbed me. I almost broke down right there, and actually cried a little when I saw that I had some stuff to move if I wanted to finish mowing.

When I got back inside I was hot and tired and looking forward to having watermelon for a snack. My brother had eaten it all, so I went right back out to pull some weeds. Lunch was half a wilty chief's salad left over from two days ago.

That is how my day has been so far, and now I feel dead. Up to now, gardening has made me feel calmer and less stressed than I've been in months, but without any warning at all, it's making me more stressed than I was before. I thought I was doing a good job taking care of things, but now it feels like I'm not getting anywhere. And last night, even though my whole body hurt, I did the dishes for my brother when he ate too much. I've done more in the past week than I did in the entire month before, and no one even acknowledges it unless I point it out.

I'm leaving this here before I start crying again.