Only four hours of sleep (which is technically super bad for those with Bipolar) but I got the younger two on the school bus just fine. Better than fine actually. Really the only thing I’m worried about is triggering another migraine today. Between the stress with the apartment, all the cleaning chemicals I’ll be working with, the reduced amount of sleep (even though I don’t feel it), and of course wanting to keep up with the word count for NaNoWriMo, and every thing else I need to juggle, it is a migraine waiting to happen.
So my “to-do” list for today:
- Scrub down the fridge: inside, outside, top, behind, and underneath
- Pack up and load up all our electronics, DVDs, CDs, and games
- Pack up and load up all dry goods (if there is still time and space in the car)
- Rig the door again before we leave the apartment
- Unload whatever Scholar Owl and I packed and loaded over at my parents’ house
- Go to my therapy appointment
- Fix dinner and get laundry done
- Work on Episode 2 for NaNoWriMo
- And for the love of all that’s holy get some sleep
Have I mentioned just how much I HATE MOVING? With extreme intensity. It takes a lot to get me to the point where I am willing to make this happen. Like crappy plumbing and a leaking ceiling was something I was willing to sit through and bitch about but not actually get off my ass and move away from. But now that I know for sure that someone is coming into my home and messing with things I don’t feel safe. My children aren’t safe. So we’re moving.
A part of me wants to fight this, but even though I know for sure it is happening I still don’t know who is doing it. So who am I supposed to fight? In a case like this I think it’s better to just run. It sucks. I don’t like it. But I feel in the long run it will be safer and less hassle.
My dad is still saying I need to file a trespassing report with the cops but what the hell am I suppose to tell them? I rigged my door to prove that someone has been coming in, it was tripped, this is what I found, but I still have no idea who is coming in? And then what happens? Am I going to get laughed at? Are they going to do anything about it? Somehow I get an uneasy feeling about all of this.
Well I got the number of the Sheriff’s Department in any case now. Just in case. The post office said it would take about 3 days for them to get my letter. Today is day 2 and I’ll find out this morning if who ever it is has been in the apartment again.