![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Life spinning out of control
Apr. 7th, 2010 10:34 amOur godson's parents are in deep trouble, with both the IRS and their mortgage. They have no money, and no assets other than their aged cars. For the past three years they have been surviving on loans from the company the husband works for. Loans, not paychecks.
When the child was born, my spouse and I agreed to take the child on should anything happen to his parents. Well, nothing has happened yet, but yesterday we had a conversation with his mother and if they are imprisoned, we're going to have to step up to the plate. The concept scares me silly. Our home looks like something out of an episode of Hoarders, and there's barely room for the two of us. Hell, when one of is walking though the kitchen and sees a cat coming the other way, the cats have learned to back up.
I know I should spend my evenings cleaning, but for the past week I've not had the energy. I'm tired when I get home from work. I feel rather like I'm in a deep depressive episode only I don't feel particularly sad. I have no energy, don't enjoy anything, and don't know what do for myself. I'm already on anti-depressants, so that isn't an option.
It's also occurred to me that even if we got rid of the clutter, I still don't know where we'd put our godson. Right now we have a two-bedroom house, one being our room, the other being my home office -- and the barrister bookcases in there won't fit in any other room. Maybe we'd have to go to the credit union and see about getting a huge loan and doing an addition. Not that that would be a fast solution -- construction takes time.
When the child was born, my spouse and I agreed to take the child on should anything happen to his parents. Well, nothing has happened yet, but yesterday we had a conversation with his mother and if they are imprisoned, we're going to have to step up to the plate. The concept scares me silly. Our home looks like something out of an episode of Hoarders, and there's barely room for the two of us. Hell, when one of is walking though the kitchen and sees a cat coming the other way, the cats have learned to back up.
I know I should spend my evenings cleaning, but for the past week I've not had the energy. I'm tired when I get home from work. I feel rather like I'm in a deep depressive episode only I don't feel particularly sad. I have no energy, don't enjoy anything, and don't know what do for myself. I'm already on anti-depressants, so that isn't an option.
It's also occurred to me that even if we got rid of the clutter, I still don't know where we'd put our godson. Right now we have a two-bedroom house, one being our room, the other being my home office -- and the barrister bookcases in there won't fit in any other room. Maybe we'd have to go to the credit union and see about getting a huge loan and doing an addition. Not that that would be a fast solution -- construction takes time.
