Day 74

Today was a hard day. For some reason I have not been motivated to work on sheet rock. I think because it is a large task and I am the only one who could do it. I actually had an anxiety attack over trying to finish it up. My volunteers had some major issues that came up and were unable to help me. I was such a wreak from freaking myself out about the sheet rock, I only completed one side of the door in the hallway to the Master Bedroom.

Mark worked on boxing in the side of the fireplace to store our electronics and plugs.

After I worked on the house, I went to my parents to pick up little bit. I just sat on the couch and I guessed I looked beaten down from the tasks I knew I had to complete. My dad said "Do you want me to come help you tomorrow?" I was so shock. Anyone who knows my dad, knows during the week he is early to bed and early to rise. I said "Really? you would come help me?" I was so shocked. My dad has always been my super hero, and I consider him superman. He has this super natural strength, and he always amazes me how he will pick up heavy things(way more than a typical person). All my life he has always known when to pull me out of water when I start going under. He always has perfect timing. He could see I was sinking fast, and it was past my strong independent self. He knows I will rarely ask for help from anyone and I mostly depend on myself. When he saw the state I was in, he knew it was time to step in with the solution. I am so thankful for my dad, and the support he has given me through the years.