Well, this has been one insane week for me. Where should I begin?

Tony and Sher have come down. But I feel like we've taken them from their own hell and brought them to ours. The basement has been wet almost every day since they've gotten here. And Tony has been the one taking care of it, not me. I feel useless. He's cleaned up the basement, the back hall, and the car port since he got here, and dammit, they look great. But the kids have been horrible; they aren't listening to us or to Tony and Sherrie, and its been stressing us all. I've been dizzy for the past 2 days now, and I'm not even sure if I can get in to see Dr. Merwin; not even sure if it will do any good to see him. He'll ask me if I've been taking my meds, which I have, and maybe give me something for the sinus infection I think I have. That's about it. He can't wave a magic wand and make me feel better.

I have an entry I'm going to enter as soon as I find my tape recorder, but its about 2 weeks old now. And yes, its probably as depressing as this is.

Probably worse.