Having a couple of people over tonight, which I nearly never can do. They know I'm not well, so they said don't make a fuss, just have a regular day and forget we're comming. Dad's into a class-5 freak out: The house isn't clean!!!! He's even ragging on rooms my friends will never see! Are we having the house inspectors over or something??!! Are they bringing a checklist??!! So his stress is splashing on to me, and I'm starting to feel crummy, worn-out, edgy... Like, he doesn't HAVE to do any of this stuff! He doesn't have to clean a thing, doesn't have to care. My brothers and I did what really needed to be done in five minutes earlier today. So now he's on my case for not helping him turn over the place like a hummingbird on steroids. Just need to vent about him. He's so tightly wound sometimes.