So, we had a lot of rain lately.  So much so, that our basement is aa river and now we're fucked.  Fucked as fucked can be.  My oldest son's room was down there and it molded his bed.  And we JUST moved into the separate room, creating an office/art studio for my husband and I, and that got the worst of it.  

So now, our plan is to move.  Granted, we always planned on moving, but we are not putting one more fucking penny into this house unless we absolutely have to.  My oldest son's room now is our living room.  Good grief.  I feel so overwhelmed about it all, too.  We rented a storage unit the other day so we can move all our basement storage and our garage storage into it.  It's not a lot to move, but it's a lot to clean up.  I just want it done.  There is STILL water everywhere.  It's like, will it ever recede?  It is a little, but not fast enough.  It's been almost a week.  

AND the flood may kill our chickens, too.  They all are having issues digesting their food and may die if they're impacted.  I had no idea, but the food in their chicken coop turned all their sand into hard dirt and they had no grit (what they use to digest their food) as they were using sand before.  Now their tummies are distended and if the grit I gave them doesn't work, they could die.  Maybe not all, but most.  We are new chicken owners and had no idea this could happen.  

AND our black lab has dementia (whose 14) and is shitting in his sleep and destroying our house if we accidently leave him somewhere he doesn't want to be.  I went out to feed our chickens this morning and the dog ripped a bigger hole in my bedroom door.  He's already done this outside, to our new door frame in the living room, and now my bedroom door twice.  

And our one little dog (who's 17), is on his last legs.  He's pretty much completely blind and about 98% deaf.  

And I just want to take a fucking nap.  

And throughout all this, my mother keeps being an asshole about me doing shit for her.  "Did you get me mints yet?  Where's me mints?  Where are me cigarettes?  Where's me coffee?" Blah blah blah.  I keep telling her I am busy with all this shit, and she doesn't care.  Oh, and she's bugging me to take her to the resale shops.  As though I have money to give her to spend after taking care of all this shit.  

God, I am so overwhelmed.  

On top of all to this, remember my neighbor who wanted me to watch her dog for two entire weeks?  Now this crazy bitch has asked me to watch him for a MONTH.  I accidentally said yes, because I was confused by what she was asking.  Holy shit.  I keep telling her about all the issues going on at house, about how I have to cook three meals for dinner each night (keto, granny approved, and for me and my hubby), how much laundry I do, how many animals I have to care for, and it just literally goes right over her head that it's just too much.  I even tell her that I have ADHD and it's hard for me to remember things and to get things done.  Nope.  Nothing.  Doesn't even phase her.  She's clueless.  But I do know this is my fault and my problem, that she will never ever "get it" no matter how much I hint around.  I have to come right out and state "I cannot do this".  Who the fuck leaves their dog for an entire month home alone with neighbors checking on him several times a day?  Why do they even have a fucking dog?  I know, I should not judge.  But today?  He thought she was leaving, and he started shaking!!  So it obviously bothers him.  She doesn't care.  I am not even saying that out of my own issues with her, I am saying that because I watched her today not give a damn that he was scared she was leaving.  

For real though, our next door neighbor (we'll call her NDN for short) expects us in January to come over to her house at least three times a day to let her dog out, and literally cook him chicken for dinner in the oven.  Every.  Single.  Day.  For thirty fucking days.  And she's paying $10 a day.  LMAO!!!!  We all have a life over here and why on earth would she think anyone could do that for that price?  Just board the poor thing!  

This is all so freaking overwhelming.  

I know, step by step, just get everything done, step by step.  One thing at a time.  Haul shit to my storage unit.  Shopvac up the water several times a day until it's gone (as we have been).  And just wait.  Give the chickens their grit and just wait.  I can't control the outcome of any of this (other than the dog situation).  I can't make the basement water dry up any more than I can make the chickens not die.  It makes me sad to think that could happen, but I cannot control it.  The only way to save them is surgery and there are too many of them for that.  

We are refinancing our car to $100 less a month, and we'll be saving about $1,000 that can go towards my largest credit card, which will up our credit score, which will help us buy a new house eventually.  So that's something to look forward to.  

The creation of our office was supposed to be the start of my online store.   The money from that is going to help pay down any credit cards, as well as build our down payment for a house.  And then it floods like a motherfucker in there (luckily, everything was in plastic totes!) and stops us in our tracks.  What on earth??  Why is life like that?  I hate feeling like the universe is conspiring against us.  The first time I started all my stuff back in 2020, I created all these items of clothing and then my mother's asshole cat went down and pissed on all of it!!!  And I could not stop the cats from going in the basement until recently when my son moved his room out of that room, because of the flooding.  We always knew it would flood, but this was like massive because of the amount of the rain we got.  I mean, I know that the water will go away and it will dry out and we'll get awhile before it happens again (especially after I put hydraulic cement all around the floor edges and on the floor cracks).  But it's just too much all at once right now.  

At least my mother is only being annoying and not really causing me too much trouble.  I hope it stays that way.  

Okay, well, we'll see how this all turns out.  Yippee.