GIVE ME BACK MY HOUSE. PLEASE.
The good news: I'm home. The bad news: the little ceiling replacement project has been expanded to a near-complete renovation, which will not be completed until this coming Thursday morning. A 3-day project has turned into a 9-day renaissance. Meanwhile, my daughter has appealed to Amnesty International requesting asylum from her mother's insane household.
I'm going to watch a movie. And then everyone in this house is going to bed if I have to beat them with wire hangers and strap them down Mommie Dearest style. That includes myself.