Still no Bugg. Made it thru yesterday OP. Today promises to be a huge challenge.
Since all our smoke detectors went out, we have none at the moment...they can't figure out the wiring, & DS22 room is a HUGE firehazard. Imagine the worst garbage room you've ever seen, and then some, and DH keeps saying he will grow out of it. Not happening. I keep running out of dishes as DS22 takes them to his room....last night DH ventured in ....pulled out SEVEN bags of garbage, and there are probably at least 4 more, dishes galore & apparently some drug paraphenalia. DH left for work telling me to get DS22 to haul the trash bags up when he comes home from work, dishes up & then will talk tonight when DH is home. DS22 is now home & angry at me for moving stuff & being in his room. I was asleep! UGH!! I want him to get his act together, but he's been back home 3.5 years & although there is some improvement, where do I draw the line? DH fear is that we will find him dead on the street somewhere if we make him move out. This is not what parents dream of when they are expecting their firstborn! I totally am there with the fear, but I feel we are just enabling him by letting him live here, do nothing, pay nothing. UGH!!!!!!!!
And today is my day to do all my upstairs carpets.... To top it off, DDs best friends dad had to call the ambulance for himself Monday night(and both girls were there upstairs)...probably a blood clot in his lung,still don't know, and so I'm doing double 'mom' duty. That I don't mind, but running them does take time & I know the friend needs to talk...only child older parents, mom had BC, dad is diabetic, etc.
Off to try to get something done while I can! Thanks for all the prayers I know y'all are going to say! Even worse, I feel impending TOM and all I want to do is eat, crawl back in bed, and cry! AAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!