Meltingdown in 5...4...3...2...1

Today was a little more challenging than yesterday. My mom and three of her friends stopped by. I was prepared for her arrival (well as prepared as I can get dealing with the AS), but when they got lost on the way here, I had a mini meltdown. Yelling, swearing, foot stamping and door slamming tantrum like meltdown. My poor boyfriend, as usual he was awesome. He actually drove to where ever they were lost so they could follow him back to our house. I hate that I freak out every time we have expected or unexpected company. The visit was good, but after they left, I felt guilty for being incapable of not melting down, and my boyfriend receiving the brunt of it.