Is it the caffeine? I don’t know but I’m feeling hyperactive and jumpy. I need to do this, do that. Mind’s racing.

I just stopped home from school, having spent more time than I meant to at school. A homeless woman has come into our school, asking, please, could she use the bathroom. We said yes. 20 minutes later, she finally comes out, having not made it to the toilet in time, and having tried to clean up the bathroom floor with handsoap and toilet paper. She apologized. I appreciate that she tried to clean up. However, the bathroom reeked of human pee (from her body odor) and the floor was all sudsy from the handsoap. She left. I mopped, and disinfected the whole bathroom.

I can has Gold Star, Please?

This blog is getting neglected along with every damn thing else. Dishes. Laundry. It turns out that I’m 100% responsible for these things at home. Nobody else has to clean. Or cook. Or shop. I have to. Because I’m the one with all the free time. EPIC FAIL.

Why doesn’t this make sense to me, when it makes sense to everyone else?

I am so hyper and jumpy but also not productive.

Great Granny finally decided she’d stop driving and is giving us her car. It’s a 1996 Toyota Corolla with an incredibly low number of miles on it (<50,000). A few bangs here and there (thank god she's stopped driving it before she got hurt or hurt somebody!). So I have to take this car to the shop to have its inspection. We'll be taking over the insurance, registration, etc, pretty soon. Great! now we'll have two cars - which will make life more convenient for those times when the adults all have to have a car.

We’ve gotten by a long time with just the one car. I am proud of all the walking and biking that happened because of the one-car situation, and I hope I won’t stop doing that all together.

Gotta go. Bubblin’ over, and going to drive to the shop, leave the car there … and WALK home.

*EDITED*
Actually it’s a 1997 Toyota Corolla.
And I got to the shop too late to drop it off, and will try again on Wednesday.