So we are remodeling our bathroom.  God, help me.  J is doing all the work himself and he’s been at it for weeks now.  No, we aren’t divorced yet, but I chalk that up to me resolutely staying out of his way.  Go me.

Today he has a friend coming over to help him do the floor.  My house is a shambles and I want to bar the door and not let this friend in. Yes, yes, I should be up cleaning right now, but I fly a la flylady, and I’m on a 15 minute break.  If I try to just tackle the house I become totally overwhelmed and just shut down.  The 15 minute intervals work for me.

Beau had the granddaddy of all nosebleeds last night.  I thought we had got it stopped before putting him back to bed, but I awoke this morning to find his bed COATED IN GORE!  God.  What am I going to do?  It can’t be good for him to loose that much blood.  I’m so scared that one day we will have to take him to the hospital and have it cauterized.  That would go over like a lead balloon.