Gardening Failure

So, the Honeysuckle volunteers from my grandma's garden all died, but there are some sprouts coming up from the roots. Yay! Success!

The succulents seem to be doing better since I moved their pot onto the porch, so that now they are not getting rained on. Same with the Ranunculus pots. Yay! More Success!

Failure: I found out, from over hearing my neighbors complaining, that I totally fucked up when I pulled down the retaining wall and dug up the dirt/rock mixture from the front in order to put in a flower bed. Now, the neighbors' driveway is getting flooded every time that it rains. She said that she called the manager, so I figured that I had better get out there to fix it as soon as I could. But, many hours of labor, that has left me sore and drained, proved to be fruitless when it rained again last night.

I heard the rain, and so I went out to see how it was holding up. But, I soon saw that it wasn't fixed at all. The water was finding it's way around the front of the planters that I had so carefully been building. I ended up staying out there all night trying to do anything I could to divert, or drain, the water. But, it was to no avail. My pajamas got soaked, and my neighbors came out and asked me to stop. I felt very much like crying right then,

I do not deal well with failure.

I will probably say more on this when either I am in a better mood, or after the issues are resolved. (Of course, when it's resolved, I will be in a better mood, but I may have some reprieve from my neurotic thoughts after I get some sleep.)

On a side note, I did manage to finish two crafting projects, get the living room cleaned, and all of our not-yet-unpacked boxes out of the way, so that my brother and his wife could sort through their stuff that they have been storing with us. They have decided to leave my parents' over-crowded house (which included 3 married couples, 1 toddler, 2 babies, a teenager, and occasionally me) and move in with her family in the Ohio/Kentucky area.

Oh, and did I mention that they are leaving in a week and a half! My brother's wife has set out an unrealistic timeline, as far as I'm concerned. He has a good job here, and they could save up a little more money if she didn't need to go get fast food from town all the time. And, although I guess getting out the the aforementioned crowded house could become a necessity for sanity, I cannot justify the use of so much gas for as often as she want to go out.

So, the stress from the urgency of their move, and the stress from my gardening woes, have conspired to cause my insomnia to spark up again. I was awake from 2:00 am Tuesday morning until 2:45 pm Wednesday, slept for fourteen hours, and then woke up at 4:30 am Thursday, and have not been to sleep yet. That's 36+ hours awake, 14 asleep, and 28+ hours awake, and still counting.