I love her. I really, truly do but I don't want to live with her. She's a slob to the hilt. She'll try to do better but I know her, it will be same thing as before and I'll go crazy. This place is tiny and even though it has two bedrooms, it's not made for two people. The pluses are that I know she'll be safe and she'll eat healthier. Her bratty cat will be much better taken care of. She will pay some rent here and the money will truly come in handy. She will do her share when I push her hard enough. Good, bad or indifferent, there's really no choice. She really does have a roomie from hell. He doesn't pay his share of the rent or bills; he's not just a clutter slob, he's a pig; he's so lazy he even drives my kid nuts and that's hard to do. She can't afford a place on her own right now, no matter how hard she tries and it will be completely impossible once the high season here ends. She'll have a chance to save up for an apartment of her own and a car. Move in date is sometime between January and March. January if her roomie doesn't come up with more funds for rent, etc.; otherwise, it is March when her lease expires. At least I know it's not a permanent situation. But I hate the idea of stepping back on the merry-go-round. There's too much stress in my life right now as it is. I have given her some very specific rules (up by 11:30 max every day; I'll clean the kitchen and my bedroom and bathroom, she's responsible for the rest of house and it will be done weekly; we take turns with the cat box -- I'll do mornings, she does evenings). I am going to put the rules in writing and post them in her room. Now, can I go crawl in a hole and just pull the rock over me?