I SO.....understand. My son and his girlfriend had bad room mate situations and couldn't find a place they could afford so are temorarily here. Then she got very sick and needed sugery. She's on the mend and the search will begin again in a couple of weeks. We've been dogsitting our daughter's dog (a chocolate lab) so she could go to a funeral out of state for her DH's family. I feel almost claustraphobic. I have to keep moving things around to be able to function. I am having trouble finding things because they have been moved so much. I think my "normal" is a couple of months away after I reorganize "again".