Start filling out the admission paperwork, double my dose of anxiety medicine, send a big bottle of something strong...
Those of you that know me, know that I am not handling this very well.
But for the next week, I will live with the feeling of an impending heart attack and enjoy all the freezer burnt meals on the assortment of paperware that we dig out of our pantry and eat on our kitchen floor because that's the only place we can find to sit.
(Justin had the day off and drug everything up out of the crawl space...yes my friends, this is all just from the crawl space...he warned me it was bad, but when I walked in the door tonight I still felt my chest tighten and a little light headed.)
T's pretty happy through it all (she hasn't learned yet how stressful a messy house is)...she just hopes she doesn't get lost in the piles.
We're having a garage sale in the morning (or well, in six hours...yes, it is 1:09 a.m. and my husband is out driving around hanging up signs). I'm considering just letting people stumble through the house and make an offer on anything they can dig up!