What a day

It started out ok. 05 on the scale, which is ok. Paul woke us up to say that his basement had flooded. Major mess. He has always been a slob, but with me being so fat, I hadn't cleaned his room in ages. He just tosses everything on the floor. 3/4 of his carpet is wet. I took out 3 bags of garbage, found a check from his papa under the bed, his gift certificate from jenny was under there too. Horrible. This is the same week I had the plumber out to fix his sink and his toilet. The bathroom was awful. The cleaning ladies obviously have just been writing it off. It's so depressing. While I was trying to move stuff, I threw my back out. double depressing. I'm glad for my band, I would have done some comfort eating.