Booo, my cleaning lady called me at 1:30 a.m. Friday to tell me that she was going to a Stress Center
about 30 miles away, which means I have no help again cleaning rooms. Then, of course my IBS
is acting up because of the stress of running the Motel, trying to keep up with laundry, and
cleaning rooms all on my own, not to mention answering the doorbell and phone calls too.
DH had to go handle a service call at a mall 45 miles away.
All I can do is what I can do for now.
Of course, I shouldn't be online either, but I'm doing laundry at the same time.