My house is a mess with molding stacked in the guest room
and chaos reigning everywhere. I have painted and gotten
paint in my hair. I have carried out trash and filled the
dumpsters and argued with Ted.
I am so anxious for this to be over and to get on with my
life. I keep telling myself you can't make an omelet without
breaking eggs and to keep my eye on the future but it is
hard for an old girl like me.