Today is daughter's "is it ok to come see Dad today" day. She will be here soon, complete with two big rambunctious Aussies. I will have prepared lunch, done some quick touch ups -dusting, running the carpet sweeper, 5 loads of wash as all bedclothes were soiled, treated urine smells that persist no matter how hard I try, filled and then emptied the dishwasher, fed my LO, and ironed -all things, except for the lunch that I would be doing anyway, because it has to be done. Did I mention that my 923 sq ft home looks like a storage unit because we are moving soon? So add in some packing. So she bounces in here oozing cheer and dogs running amok, "oh can I take Dad to the store? We'll be right back? Ummmm fine, I'm thinking....could you maybe take him for a day? A whole day? Just Maybe? She is a healthcare worker who seems to know what is really going on but thinks that 3 hours of her time 2x a month or so is doing her part. I know I seem ungrateful, and I guess I am. But &$@?'!! I just wish she would HEAR me. Just hear me. I love that she comes. I love that it cheers her dad up. But the minute she leaves, he is asking who she was, and who I am. This morning our pup, who he adores and obsesses over -thinking I am planning to kidnap him, and with Sam sitting on the rug only three feet in front of him, asked - "do we have a dog? Yes, I said, he is sitting there. "No that's not my dog". And the day is barely half over. Soon they will return and we will sit down to lunch, then I will clean up the kitchen again.