I want a Vacation

Damn, first we've been moving my in-laws as the farm they were renting sold. Naturally the inlaws themselves are at a race track in Kentucky, and can't be bothered by moving all their earthly possessions, so it has fallen on my wife to magically not only get it done, but get it done in a manner that suits her father. To make matters worse, I am having to work a lot as many of the warrants I've taken are hitting court and several times in the last month I've had to magically be in court in two counties 60 miles apart at the same time. My wife has handled wonderfully, but there have been a few explosions. None of the family has helped, but some of her former co-workers have come through like champs. Last weekend we had a yard sale on some of the stuff they wanted to get rid of. Her father won't tell her what to price anything, but asks what she sold and what she got for it, then bitches if she didn't get enough. He says for her to call him if she doesn't know what to sell something for. Now, it usually involves leaving a voice mail message and waiting 2 hours to contact him, so that is not a working plan.

Now I might need to explain that they didn't move to another farm. Instead, they set up a storage shed in our front yard and most of their crap is there. What won't fit in the shed is on a flatbed trailer also in our front yard covered with a tarp. Her father loaned the flatbed trailer to a friend and my wife spent most of Monday unloading the trailer and putting the shit in our barn. We recently spent a weekend cleaning the barn out and hauling off junk just so we could build 2 new stalls. Now it is full of shit that isn't ours. We can't mow the front yard, because it is full of tarped furniture, appliances, and the stupid trailer the friend still hasn't picked up, but which we had to rush like hell to empty. My wife is regretting not taking my suggestion involving the 2 gallons of gasoline and the mysterious lit match that must have been tossed from the window of a passing car causing a horrible accident.

Our last three weeks have revolved around this issue. My wife can't do anything else, no time, and all our weekends are consumed by it. We now have a niece living with us, because no one else in the family will take her and the boarding school / slave camp / juvenile detainment center she has been enrolled in isn't ready for her until the middle of next week and we can't find a gypsy caravan to take her off our hands. My wife is tickled though, she has help. The girl will probably be glad to leave, the slave camp will be like a resort compared to what she is going through.

I have three days of training this week which means I am behind in everything else. I probable should stop this and get to work.