Three Weeks... Just Three More Weeks
We were blessed. This was the sixth time our home has flooded this year, but someone was watching over us - because somehow this was the least amount of flooding we've experienced. We were relieved as we mopped the water off the floor, dried the furniture, and treated for mold (routines we have perfected by now).
The lease has been signed for the new place. We move in 3 weeks, and it isn't too soon. Every day Uncle seems a bit more unbearable. He has embarrassed himself in front of our friends and family by slamming doors and swearing at us for no reason in front of them. His own sister (Honeybun's mother) is embarrassed of him and has apologized profusely on his behalf. He is a 40-year-old toddler who throws temper tantrums, knocks on our bedroom door almost every hour we're home to show us funny pictures he found on the internet, and (as of lately) sneaks bites of our leftovers in the fridge. He hasn't done laundry in weeks and hasn't showered or brushed his teeth even though he has the resources. His clothes smell of urine, his breath smells of rot, and his room has made me vomit.