Against doctor's orders I crawled upstairs yesterday ~ I wanted to see the work done in my upstairs bathroom. Well I also found that kt had trashed the entire upstairs. Clothes from the top of the stairs, thru the upstairs sitting area & into her room. I couldn't tell what was clean & what wasn't. :2dissapointed: I'm running a/c like crazy to keep the upstairs cool so kt can sleep; the workers stay cool & the like. No less than 6 windows open. Suffice it to say I closed the windows - took the stairs back down on my bum & called Integrated Listening Systems (ILS) worker (couldn't come in to work with kt); then called PCA who can come in when kt isn't here & clean her area & do her laundry. Well on the way to getting the upstairs cleaned & her bedroom empty of nasty dirty dishes (she's sneaking downstairs during the night to get food) kt came home & flipped. In fact it scared the big burly plumbers & the carpenter. (What wusses!) I stated a few facts to her & let her scream it out. About the time I was going to call crisis line kt broke down & cried. "I miss daddy" After an hour long cry with my daughter the 3 of us started working together (me on laundry) PCA & kt upstairs. Done in a couple of hours (except laundry) & I sent kt out with PCA to see a movie. Today kt is bringing a friend home (along with PCA) & they are hanging out in the cool upstairs (likely karaoke) & I found an old version of the board Dating Game. It's a hoot to play. kt made her bed this morning, started the sprinklers for me & headed out to school in a good mood. The level of emotions along with construction is driving me close to a breakdown.