Dammit.

Ah well, guess the bubble couldn't hold forever. Though... I half wish it'd decided to pop before I got this job and still had days free to fix things.

Aunt Trudy called last Sunday (somehow we missed it) and says she has a check for Dad. Also says she wants to see the house. And my Uncle Frank isn't doing so well. I'm trying to relax and not get upset over things... but part of me feels like the Sword of Damocles is now hanging over the house.

I... I just wasn't ready to deal with this right now. Just not.

What I'd like to do is go somewhere and scream and cry a little, but that's just not doable right now. As it is I have to cancel anything I wanted to think of doing this weekend to work on making sure the house is as immaculate as we can get it.

I fucking hate this.