Stress Fest

My dad is currently here to help me destroy my condo, I mean hang crown moulding. He's never attempted this before and he's notorious for being Tim-the tool-man-Taylor awful at home improvement disasters, I mean projects. Color me terrified that asking for his help with this was a huge mistake. Plus I'm panicking because sawdust is going to get all over everything, including my pretty new chairs (which already have some pulled threads on the arm from him dragging something across it). And I swear I have to remind him every time he comes in to take off his shoes and to please please PLEASE wash the hands after the potty. I think I'm in need of some blood pressure medication. Really, I am grateful for him coming even if I don't sound like it. It's just that it's a whole lot less stressful when moms visit, you know?