I've had contractors here all day reworking the sewe r line that they broke earlier this year. The one that's been leaking INTO MY BASEMENT for the past 3 months....

And just as they were getting ready to leave, I was working on fixing myself some supper & my microwave died.

And then after they left, I went out to check the mail & they've royally messed up my gate. Broken one of the latches & the other one is jammed in the wrong location so tight that I can't get it loose.

I cried. I'm just so damned frustrated with everything breaking & not being physically able to do a lot fo stuff that needs to be done....

If the kids would just help a little. Even one weekend a month... but they won't. Kate hasnt' been here except to pick me up for my colonoscopy and drop me off in months. And T and Meg haven't been here in close to 2 months - and he's always complaining about having to work every time they come in even tho I've begged him to let some things go.

Maybe this is all too much for me and I need to move... I wonder what real estate prices are like back in the mountains I love so much?????