Well it's been 5 days and we're officially falling apart. I didn't think it would happen this soon. Laundry needs done, dishes need done, the kitchen needs to be picked up, everything is a mess. The only thing going right is Amazon fresh, I'm making half assed dinners and microwave breakfasts. Victoria needs her meds taken over so now I'm dishing her meds out too. We thought pdocs was going to hospitalize her but he didn't. So I'm getting a monthly med container for her because I can't open the child safe bottles. She's taking a break from school. We want her to volunteer somewhere until she's comfortable getting a job. Which in her current thoughts are never. She's worried about the pressure of making money, funding things she doesn't believe in through taxes, working the rest of her life and not being able to enjoy life. We really screwed her up being poor. Hopefully it's less intense by this time next month but it generally takes 6 weeks for meds to fully kick in. Maintenance comes Thursday so we have to get our act together.

The kids are tiring h out but it's good. He's having a small reaction to the pollen there. Tomorrow he plans to clean up a bit more. Things are going as good as possible there. No hope of him coming back early. He still has a donut on the car. Hopefully he can get that fixed this weekend.

One more week until I'm home alone overnight. We can't find the mail key either so that's an issue. We still haven't figured out how to sign the new lease without h here. I'm bummed about no Christmas this year because of this trip but it really was needed. No one seems to understand that. I want to be honest but it's not my place. The people who need to know what really is going on know so I guess that's all we can ask. Everyone else is acting like we're doing a huge sacrifice for something small but it's not. No one listens.