the tipping point

My stomach hurts.

I have TWO WEEKS LEFT until this mortgage is finalized and housemate is leaving EVERYTHING until the last minute and I am terrified they will pooch the deal. They don't even have to do it out of malevolence, just their normal float-through-life-because-somebody-else-will-deal-with-it will be enough. My lawyer wants the name of their lawyer. They don't have a lawyer. I don't think they're going to get a lawyer. Is that a deal-breaker? I have no fucking idea. There are not enough hours in my day for me to babysit them through this and every time I think about it I feel like I'm going to throw up.

I got an email from my lawyer with a list of documents I have to dig up and scan tonight. Friday I got an email from the energy grant that I'm getting booted off the program if I don't show progress of finishing the renos, so I have to put together a package to send them. I made the appointment for the closing audit for late July so hopefully that's a) close enough to meet the grant requirements and b) the work is actually fucking done by then.

The contractor is here tomorrow so I have to write him a cheque. And I have to go through the bank records AGAIN because the household credit line sent me an overdrawn alert even though I've been paying it.

I have no idea what's happening with the arborists that housemate was supposed to call, so I guess I'm in charge of that now too.

I've been setting up appointments to tour long-term care homes for my step-father and I have to send an updated list to the coordinator. The coordinator called me today and wants me to hire a private PSW for night checks because the public staff don't work overnight so I have to sort that out. I have to contact the rental company to pick up his temporary bed.

There is no way I can manage all this shit if I'm living out of a suitcase.

Fuuuuuuuuccccckkkkk. I just need something to go right for once.