StReSs...

So, stress might as well be my middle name. Between Steve's constant bi-polar-ish mood swings on a daily basis and the kids all being sick yet again, I'm ready to run away. Nothing new to that really, as it's been my life for years. It's just getting down to the wire now, moving in a month. Haven't packed anything, haven't gotten my garage sale done, and haven't done shit basically. I've moved 2 boxes of stuff, and that's it. Wooo. Going to help a friend clean out her garage so that I can store our stuff there I think. Found out Steve is going to stay in the house until the divorce is final, so maybe that's just less stuff to move for now. Hoping he won't destroy anything (more than it already is that is, lol). If he does, I guess that just means less for me to move and that I need to get new stuff. He's really upset about all of this, saying I'm taking his kids away from him. Well, if you'd learned to treat your family better, they wouldn't have to go away. My best friend has finally spoken to me again, for the first time in months. She quit speaking to me and cut me out of her life because she was too stressed out, mad and worried about me. Being pregnant with high blood pressure, she opted to reduce her stress by cutting me out. I would have done the same thing. But at least we've spoken and I've cleared the air for her on some things and she and I are on our way to being back the way we were before. Anyhow, need to eat and go to the store for TP among other things, so I guess I should go.

Current Mood: exhausted
Current Music: mozart