Function Junction at Hallucination Station

Hours of sleep over the last three days: 10
Ounces of Diet Dr. Pepper consumed: 300 (seriously, I added it up)

I am functional. Sort of. I am also having these weird hallucinations - like yesterday morning I swear that I thought there were several bunches of bananas on the sidewalk in front of the radio station. Every time I walked past my window I would stop and look again. Eventually I went outside to check. No bananas. Not even anything that might be mistaken for bananas... or even anything at all. Just sidewalk.
It's a little unnerving.

Soooo I looked at houses yesterday. That was something. This bunch was supposed to be better - bigger rooms and nicer houses. There was one house that was fantastic... but down the street from a bunch of duplexes, some of which were boarded up and covered in graffiti. I'm not that kind of social worker. The second house was great from the outside. The front room and dining room were beautiful. HUGE, and open and with lots and lots of built in shelves. The kitchen was nice, cute little laundry room... But the back door was open a crack (unoccupied house) and the basement was creeping me out. And the guys sitting on the front porch next door were... um... the kind of guys you might expect to see wrestled to the ground on Dog the Bounty Hunter. House three was not bad... might actually still be in the running... more on that later, but I will say this - the family really likes turtles. House four was supposed to be THE house. From the description and the pictures online it was perfect. The location was perfect. The price was perfect. When we got there, the front yard looked like they had a very large mole problem. As in mole people. The realtor said they must have had the sewer lines replaced... good for us. There was a crack in the front porch. No biggie, maybe the porch just needed to be reinforced. Living room was fine, dining area was big enough for my big ol' table, nice kitchen with a little nook at the end... So we went down into the basement. Huge cracks all down the walls, patched unsuccessfully with that grey gum-looking stuff. Wet, mildew smell. Not good. The realtor is still positive - she says we could write it into the contract that the house has to pass inspection by a structural engineer. Back up to the kitchen, where I notice that every wall has big cracks. It looks like there was an earthquake. We don't get earthquakes. Ever.

Not my house.

And on top of all of that, the husband wanted to go looking at houses and then at the last minute decided he didn't want to go, then kept calling and asking what house we were looking at and saying maybe he'd meet us at the next one. And then he would decide not to.
Whatever.

We're both stretched pretty thin right now, which means we either cling to each other like survivors on a raft or we irritate each other like sand on sunburned skin. Last night at about eleven he got very chatty about how we could not possibly buy a house right now. (Can). And then I lost my very tenuous grasp on my good humor. Please, please, please do not pick a fight with me after nine at night when I have had no sleep, much stress and I have to be up (again) at 5 in the morning. Don't poke the bear.
And if you do poke the bear, don't be surprised when the bear breaks into hysterical and uncontrollable sobs and wants to be left alone. Don't be surprised when the bear goes all doom and gloom and thinks the world is coming to an end. And don't be surprised when the bear does not want to talk about anything and just wants to cry until she falls asleep and can only hope that she is not still crying in the morning as crying on the air really doesn't sound all that professional.

Says the husband, "You can not be crying this hard over nothing." (Can).
Says the husband, "You can't possibly still be crying." (Can).
Says the husband, "You can't go to sleep if you keep crying like this." (Can, can, can).

So today I should feel scrubbed raw and cleansed, right? Nope. Feel like sleeping some more, then crying some more, then sleeping again. Then maybe having some ice cream. What happened to my drama-free zone???

My sister. Apparently. (Who is doing fine, by the way, thanks for asking).
Oh, and practicum. Which is emotionally draining and nobody is even dead yet. (Lord help me).
And my job. (Eight days a week....)
And this whole house thing. (Huge cracks. Or huge crack heads. You decide).
And school. (Which starts in 2 weeks. I. Can. Not. Write. A. Paper. Right. Now.).
And this whole puberty thing with Bean. (Valium? Or Vodka? What's more soothing?)
And my father in law. (About whom I have nothing funny to say. Cancer is not funny.)
And my husband's shit job. (Which he is mysteriously determined to keep.)

Time to work some more. And knit. I'll post pics of Bean's log cabin blankie in progress very soon. It's coming along nicely.
No I haven't finished the baby blanket yet. I have another month, right?