"Well, that could have been a lot worse."

Today was a little rough. The theme seems to have been "Well, that could have been a lot worse."

Mom borrowed a truck and helped me move more stuff from the kids' house. We made 4 trips to the thrift store meaning we loaded and unloaded the truck that many times. Then we loaded up a giant chair the kids wanted from Shaun. Thankfully, he had just gotten off work and was able to help with that. Then we all 3 loaded up the truck one final time with things for mom to take home. It was exhausting.

While we were at the house we saw my soon-to-be ex-neighbor. She and her nephew bummed cigarettes from mom. She asked to have one of the things we were going to donate. I let her have it, half - expecting for her to try to "shop" from the back of the truck all day. It definitely could have gone that way, but thankfully it didn't.

I learned that she still lives there and is "fighting to keep her house." She said that the tornado that came through recently is responsible for my fence being down, but I have photos proving otherwise. I really don't care at this point. I asked her what was up with all of the stuff outside and she said that her new boyfriend is "a little messy." She said they go dumpster diving and she wants to open a thrift store in her yard because "how else is she going to make money?"

After all of the work was done Shaun and I were in a small car accident. We are fine, but my little Cube is not. She's at the car surgeon getting her face done because it was ripped off. I was in the median of 431 trying to turn into the left lane. A car was coming in the right lane; I saw it. We touched anyway. I honestly couldn't tell you if I pulled out too wide (which I feel doesn't make sense because I saw them) or if they decided to switch lanes / swerve over at the worst possible moment, but I took the brunt of the damage. They ended up with a long scrape and a dent. No one was hurt, thankfully, so that definitely could have gone a lot worse.

Other than that our place is a cluttered mess and it's getting to me. I've been going through stuff from the kids' house and garage and trying to decide what to keep, donate, or trash. I've brought several totes of stuff home and haven't fully gone through it yet. Disorganization really messes with my brain so I feel anxious. I feel like I have spent most days over the last 2 weeks moving stuff or going through stuff. I REALLY hope I can wrap it up for the most part by this weekend so I can put my focus back on school and wind down a little.

Overall I've felt pretty decent, but I've had 2 or 3 migraines sprinkled in. It's like either I'm in bed early and awake early and just running until I can't or I get a headache I can't shake and lose most of the day.

Anyway, I have class in the morning so I'm done with social media for the night. I hope that you all are doing well. Goodnight, Internet!