On the brink of sanity...

I'm feeling quite incapable of expressing the level of stress that is floating merrily around our house this morning following my (delightful) visit from Rosie (of which I will soon tell). I have been accosted thrice by my irate mother demanding that I pick up A's room (why? I know not. It looks exactly as it always has, but suddenly this is unacceptable), wash the dishes, and move all of my things off the bathroom counter. She's flipping out! She comes running down the hallway yelling things at me, when all she really has to do is say them. There's no need for a heart attack... AAAAAAAAAAaaaaaa.......