God, I'm exhausted with it all.
DDs dad has just been sent to prison (yesterday). I'd kinda been hoping he would, as he has a pretty extreme level of paranoia and obsession about me. Restraining order has just ran out, so he's back to his usual behaviour. Severe mental illness. He's a violent, drug addict criminal and definitely needs to be in prison. But I wouldn't be surprised if he kills himself. I feel for him (though I can't stand him) as the vast majority of his issues are caused by the mental illness. I loved him and had a child with him. Only person I've ever loved. Everyone's laughing like I should be celebrating but I just wish he could sort himself out, for himself and primarily for my DD. And my DD is going to grow up with a dad in prison. What does that do to a kid?! She does love him very much (even though she only sees him at a contact centre).
The landlords of the place I live are coming to visit first thing tomorrow. There is some (what looks like) water damage to the cupboards. I reported it in September; nothing was done. The estate agent is coming too - presumably to stop me telling them that. The kitchen fitter came to take a look last week - he said he has no idea how it happened. I said I always have the extractor fan on and the little window open. He said they built it on the cheap and the extractor fan doesn't really extract. But still - it's a bit mental that condensation has caused this. I have no idea. I've looked after the place well for three years. It sounds like they're gonna chuck us out. We'll probably end up in a homeless hostel/ B&B if they do. Though I have an ok job and a degree. Lived in a homeless hostel whilst I was pregnant and got my door regularly kicked in for a few quid. Can't imagine my three yo living there.
I didn't sleep at all last night stressing about it all. I'm getting over the most horrific bug and took a day off work last week (practically forced into it by my boss - I said I'd try to come in and he said no way). A different boss has been all snarky about it all day; even taking offence to me coughing 
DDs not well now either. I have a shit ton of cleaning to do - we share a room and I need to get it sorted before she needs to go to bed. It's messy. I work so much and the house isn't presentable (though isn't dreadful - nicely decorated and the kitchen and bathroom are spotless, just our room can get in a bit of state because I don't have much time to clean it as can't do it when she's in bed obviously). But just lying here crying ðŸ˜
I've been through much shitter times. But I'm so overwhelmed today.
Anybody else feeling like 2019 isn't bringing anything but humungous stress?