I need major hugs...

First I had to run to the doctor today because I was dizzy, nauceous & lightheaded. Doctor wrote it off as a panic attack, told me to go home and relax.

So then I speak to my mother, and her dress is in. Then she goes on about how she's pissed and my brother is pissed because apparently my MOH has dropped the ball on handling my shower. She's been trying to get my aunt to help, but she lives upstate and doesn't drive, so there's only so much she can do. The way it sounds as of right now, NOTHING has been done.

THEN the icing on the cake...this morning I knew Dylan had sprayed or something because my room smelled of cat urine. I wrote it off, but when we came home, our landlord spoke to us and said the whole house smelled of cat urine and now we have to either get rid of BOTH cats or move out. We don't want to move, he gave us the option of taking the apt. over the garage, but it's half the size of what we have now. We have to decide by Friday what we're doing.

FH wants to take the apt. over the garage, because the landlord is willing to even buy us furniture to keep us here, because he likes us, but I said to FH, I don't care, let's just find another apt.

I can't take this. I've been crying for half the day already including the last half hour I was at work. Between my ruined dress, my mother having cancer, and all of this crap today, when will it ever freaking end?