Worst. Week. EVER.

As if things aren't stressful enough with the move and the house being emptied, everything else has to go wrong too.
Yesterday I go downtown to get poked and prodded by stranger who take my blood and ask pointless questions after I haven't eaten in 14 hours. Then I come home to mow the lawn, but then go get my dad at the Metro, but wait, he isn't there! why not? Because my mother's picking him up an hour later! Yay for wasting my time!! And then when I get home again, grandma's here so I had to deal with her, too.
And today! Don't even get me started on today. Today I get woken up by an unnecessary phone call at 9:30. Then I go finish mowing the lawn from yesterday. Then the internet went out. Then Mom came home and said the Jeep died at the mall, so she walked homw, and I'd need to walk to work. Okay, I can do that. But it turns out I wasn't even supposed to be there today because they changed my schedule and didn't bother to tell me, so I walked home. In a thunderstorm.
At least there were fresh brownies when I got home. And the internet is working again, so the day is looking up from here.