I was in the middle of one of my obsessive house cleanings last night when DH called me around 11 PM. My DSD had found him while he was on patrol and she was a mess, bawling. She worked a long shift yesterday, called her mom to tell her she was on her way home and her mom told her she couldn't come home then. Seems her mom had a "date" staying over and didn't want DSD there. This is not the first time her mom has pulled this nonsense. Something's gotta give. DH sent her my way while he finished his shift. I fed her, gave her some PJs and she crashed on the couch. Things can't go on this way. We have to find a better solution. I can think of ways to fit one more person in this tiny house, but there are house rules she'll have to learn - like picking up after herself. The big problem is DSD's animals, 3 (or is it 4?) dogs and 3 cats. She refuses to give them up. This is going to be difficult.