I don't know how to answer that, Ar. Needing to keep people happy is so deep in me. My mind believes it is a need. My reality is that it's a need.

Besides, my sister and her hb can't sleep in the room upstairs when it's filled with boxes.

I need to clean the house.

I need to take care of my son.

I also need to rest.

(Was this a trick question? I think I must have made the wrong answer.) --G