I'm a freakin' mess, you guys. In no particular order...
- My boyfriend's sister came over and left her trash on the counter for me to clean up. Not a big deal except that I have decided that ONLY thing I am willing/able to do at this point is feed and clean up after my dog.
- My dog is dying of lymphoma and I couldn't give him chemotherapy because it would have depleted my bank account before having twins and because I wouldn't have been able to take care of him (even picking up poop) during his treatment because of the drugs, again because of this whole twins thing. He has had a longer-than-expected remission on steroids and now I have to ask the OB's permission to break this bedrest thing to go with him to the vet when that comes and I can't think about it.
- My boyfriend is a math teacher and his entire extended family and neighborhood in general is still calling him at all hours for help. He spent three hours last night helping some community college moron who is still in PRE-ALGEBRA. I'm sorry, at that point your *** needs to give up on school and you need to learn a trade that doesn't involve academic smarts. I feel completely overwhelmed and terrible all week long that my boyfriend is the only one working and then on top of it he has to do everything for me. There's always more milk to buy, there's always more trash to take out. I need to see that my boyfriend has relaxed for a couple of hours before I make him do everything else for me on the weekend.