Too much. I need to decompress.

Friday I cleaned like I've never cleaned before. I went through the piles and lumps and stacks and ridiculousness of my office and transformed it into HDS's room. The craft closet is still a craft closet, my "to file" bin is still outrageous, there's still one pastic drawer unit of crafting insanity, and several boxes of miscelaneous I've yet to go through, but compared to a week ago, it's an entirely different room.

SHIT SHIT SHIT.

Phone just rang. I had an appointment to get a hearing test for research people. I never put the appointment in my phone calendar, the final resting place for all things transfering from memory to schedule. I feel like such a jerk. I also feel extra frustrated because this is one more piece of "too much" I just couldn't carry and don't  see why I can't do it, too, without brain matter sloshing out my pores.

So I cleaned HDS's  room and most of  the house barely in time for HDS and husband  (Cheeseburger Sam? Hot Dog Ashley?) to arrive a day early. I wanted the house to sparkle and for HDS's room to look ready and inviting, I wanted her to walk  in and feel welcomed. Instead I was frazzled and hadn't gone to the grocery store or made her a set of keys and I still haven't mopped, but there was  nothing  to be embarassed about and I had worked hard  for many many hours and accomplished something visible.

My dog and I are both awkwardly adjusting to a roommate. He sniffs her legs, follows her aaround, then turns around and barks like she's a newly intruding burglar after his food and warm spots. I'm trying-too-hard step-mother wanting to do and say the right things but not even sure what those things are. There's conventional wisdom, there's my gut, and then there's HDS and my shared flavor of crazy sauce that we have to  be really careful  not to splash  all  over the walls and eachother.

There  are some big things happening right now for my vintage/antiques/buying/selling enterprise. From  an objective standpoint, right now I should be filling my shop and marketing  like crazy.
But I also have to go to my  cousin's graduation in California this weekend.
My dog has a vet appointment this afternoon so I can kennel him if he's not BFFs with HDS by Friday.
Catalogue. Photo. Research. List. Repeat Repeat  REPEAT.

I need my computer for everything. HDS didn't bring her computer because it is a giant desktop. What's the protocol for sharing? What's the protocol for me making sure HDS has what she needs? This is where I end up being weird.

The house is already a mess again. It's raining and my priorities list has cleaning the house pretty low. Writing wasn't  even on  the  priorities list but became an obvious necesity when I was  ready to curl  up into a little ball.