I'd tell you my mom is coming to town on Saturday and I'm incredibly excited. Partly because she's superwoman and it'll be nice to have actual help with stuff around the house.
I'd tell you about my breakdown Monday night when I came home and discovered that our back door was unlocked and how the latch wouldn't attach and my roommate/cousin was an hour away and I didn't want to keep slamming the door and draw attention to the fact that I couldn't get the door shut to anyone that might be nearby over the fence. And how I was paranoid that someone was in the house. And how I sat on the kitchen counter, being dramatic while on the phone to my mom explaining how terrified I was and explaining this is how people get murdered and raped. Anyway, after two trips to Lowes later and the roomie returning home, we had a temporary fix. And my grandpa fixed it the next day.