It's been a hellova week.

I feel as I'm running in circles. I no more than get started on a "project" and another crisis pops up.

I got a panic- stricken phone call from SIL. Seems her finance company was "demanding" payment on Thursday and she did one on those electronic payments. Then she found out that the apartments were going to take her to court for eviction if she did not pay the rent yesterday. So, she put a stop payment on the car-payment and took the cash out and paid the rent. Then she found out that the stop-payment might not stop the transaction and she might overdraft her checking account.

She was crying and wailing and said that she was suicidal... then she would calm down and say" Do you think your dad would be interested in helping me out?"   WTF?? Since when did my dad become the sugar-daddy of the world.... this went on all night... I kept telling her that I could NOT help her with money... that I would try to help her to make some arrangements, but that was ALL.

And 'round we would go again.....

When she gets like that, she just keeps talking in a circle.... and it drives me crazy.

I talked to her bank... all was fine. I talked to the finance company... and held them off until Monday. The same thing for the cell bill. And she is trying to get a loan to consolidate. This is not my recommendation, but her bank's. Surprize, surprize. I did her budget and she has exactly 200.00 a month left after paying bills and that does not include food or gas. So, basically she's screwed... and no consolidation loan is going to fix that. She's in over her head... with an apartment and car that she can't afford.

I was supposed to meet with her again on Monday to try to set her up with CCC.

She showed up here today... I was out shopping with Jen. Then she started burning up my cellphone. I feel bad for doing it, but I just let it ring. I was drained. I just wanted to spend my weekend doing what I wanted.... which was to spend it with my family. Then, in the middle of fixing dinner... she shows up unannounced. She said that she couldn't stand sitting her appartment alone any longer. I think she was wrangling for an invite... but I was struggling with the oven and working around all the boxes and couldn't find anything and getting on my own last nerve. She was NOT what I needed standing in the middle of the kitchen... in the way. I sound like such a bitch. Sorry.

I have to admit.. I escaped downstairs and took two "play-nice" pills (xanax). I took a few minuites to put my feet up and she followed me down there. Then she started asking me if my dad played cards (eucre) THAT was not the way that I wanted to spend the evening.

Oh, and the realtor called and got me up this morning, being very demanding about when she could "sell" the house..... WTF??  I reminded her that we could not close on the house until mom was approved for Medicaid, and that could be a couple of months. She thought that the moment we arrived her that we would have info for her. She was upset that she had placed a sign in the yard and was having to field calls from people and she is unable to "sell" the house because of US. I swear, I'm about to tell her that she can take a long walk off a short pier. It was HER idea to place the sign this soon. I told her not to... well, she can just deal with it or get fired, which ever come first.

Bitchy?? Not me! LOL