Stress.

Or more-so, "stressED".

Less than a month until we have to have a new home to live in. Though it is really up to Mr M where we will eventually end up, I worry about the stress it puts on him.
The cost, the placement, locations, calling and making appts, actually moving. All of this while working AND his worring about me and our guppy (this is now what I will refer to our son as IB).
Add that to the stress of his brother being as useful as a bump on a log, and I don't know how he does it.
He is truly Superman.


I cant help but worry about it all.

A close second to the housing stress is in dealing with Joe.
I worry that we are investing all too much into him staying here- when I really feel we will have to send him home shortly.
Mostly for his lack of effort. Never have I dealt with someone who puts on such airs of entitlement. Someone who acts like walking is too much effort, that the job he has isn't good enough for him, or who relies on everyone else to coddle him and cater to his needs.

Thankfully, a big bright spot in this month will come from the east coast.
My poppa and mom are flying in to visit guppy & us. I am very much so looking forward to them meeting Mr M for the first time as well as guppy.
A whole week of them here should clear a lot of this grime I have been feeling about "family".
Nothing like having my parents close to put things right again.


Lord help us- this month is full of big changes.