Chaos Theory

I mentioned yesterday that things were a little bit messy around here. It seems that the leak we thought we had conquered last week was not.

This time it wasn't just the understairs closet that got wet, my downstairs sewing/card making room also was flooded. It was covered in soapy water leading us to finally understand that it was actually the washing machine drain doing the damage. Golly what a mess.

 In the midst of all this chaos, the living room still looks like this from the Ikea adventure that never got finished. We still have boxes of furniture that needs to be assembled. The Mister has been MIA for days working with his brother to spruce up and empty out his Mom's house. The probate people only give you so much time to get all this done before you have to answer to the courts and we don't want to stir them up again. No siree.

 My dining area is heaped with projects that don't have a home at the moment.

 And all the tools and whatnots that live under the stairs are once more in wet heaps. We've got fans and dehumidifiers running all over the place. The hot, humid weather is not helping and now the AC drain is acting up, for crying out loud. We're drowning here.

Making it worse for me is that when The Mister is gone his old doggie becomes anxious and clingy. That makes her whine and pant and cough and chew herself raw. That means I have to carry her around in the pooch pouch all day which means I get nothing done which makes me cranky. I'm afraid we've spread ourselves a bit thin, the old man and me. Hopefully there's calmer days ahead.