Freaking Out

I'm freaking out! As I write this my mother is on her way to Savannah. She is evacuating from the path of Wilma. Please don't get me wrong. I love my mum to death, but my house is a wreck.

I've got unfinished projects. Paint cans everywhere. My Ex still has some of his furniture in my house. I've got boxes for Goodwill here and there. It's a bloody mess! Here I sit at work... thinking of all that needs to be done. I requested a half day today, but have not heard from my boss yet.

I'll be surprised if he will say yes.