I'm finally taking a break. I've been working my you know what off! Hubby and I shouted at each other once this morning. It was in front of the painter. I apologized to the painter that he had to witness that. I did not apologize to Hubby, nor did he apologize to me. It's OK. It's over with. We "get it" that this is a very stressful period in our lives.

Hubby clearly seems mildly depressed and very anxious. It's a rough period and understandable. I'm, luckily, not depressed or anxious, so I've been quite productive. However, there are just some things I can't do by myself. He must try to help me! Half the time he's in the bathroom, on his computer, or napping (or doing some low priority project) when I'm packing, sorting, cleaning, running up and down the stairs, running errands, etc. I know I've mentioned here that most of the stuff is my husband's. But it MUST be moved for the painter to do his job. Then in about a week and a half, the floor people. I know my husband hates to part with things, so I try to be respectful of that, but he has TOO MUCH! And he's just soooooo slow at doing everything. I even think that as he sees me making great progress with my stuff, he freezes more and gets more overwhelmed knowing he's far behind with his. I'd love to make executive decisions about his stuff, but...can't.

Good news is that tomorrow morning is a trash pickup. Then tomorrow night we put stuff out for the bulk pickup that happens the morning after. I posted an ad in Freecycle and on Craigslist telling people that the stuff will be at the end of my driveway at 6 pm tomorrow. Perhaps half of the stuff won't even be there for the bulk pickup. We'll see. Either way, it will help clear out half of the garage, leaving room for the stuff we plan to move with us to Europe and stuff that needs to be out of rooms for the flooring.

The window repair is not going to happen until later than expected. They keep making multiple excuses why the glass is not in yet. I told the representative there that if we'd known about the long delay, "we might have made a different decision". But that statement does no good. They're holding us hostage since we already paid about 50% upfront.

My therapist is a f'king worthless POS. All I got for today was "you're not yourselef" and "reach out if you need help" over and OVER. What were we supposed to be doing? Was my coming to the appointment not a form of reaching out for help? You know what? Not going to put energy into it. It's done. Unhelpful people are unhelpful and therapists are clumped into that so I won't expect help from any therapist I'll ever come across.

Got like 3 hours of sleep last night. It's because I said the Seroquel makes me sleepy so I switched into a different reality where seroquel doesn't make me sleepy. I been doing that lately, gotta learn how to hone that in.