We've come to the early end of the school week and the beginning of a four day weekend. I had this in my calendar but for some reason, I forgot about it until Emmett reminded me the other night. I love having my kids home but after a long stressful week, the idea of a four day weekend has me already feeling overwhelmed. There are so many things that I'm struggling with right now and I'm being pulled in many different directions, all at the same time. Everyone in the house is facing their own set of unique challenges. Some are more challenging for me to deal with on a personal level, but everyone is struggling. I need to do an update on Gavin because he's hearing new voices calling…

I feel like I'm beginning to crack under the pressure of everything. The kids are all over the place tonight and I love them to pieces but I wouldn't hate it if they were a bit quieter and a bit more cooperative. Gavin is driving me crazy with his incessant talking about the same goddamn thing, over and over again. It doesn't matter what kind of mood I'm in or how bad of a day I'm having, he just keeps coming at with stuff about his games. He hasn't the first clue how annoying it is and he's not doing it to create trouble, he just can't help himself. Many times there's just no escaping the onslaught of verbiage coming out of his mouth. If he does catch himself trying…

I've been staring at my calender all week, either searching for appointments or scheduling interviews and new appointments. As much as I've been looking over things this week, I failed to notice something. As I was getting the boys to school, this morning, Emmett pointed out that they have a 4 day weekend. I love my kids but inside my head I was like fuck, a 4 day fucking weekend, are you kidding me? Not sure how things are going to go but it's probably best to make some plans to keep them occupied. I'm already a bit too stressed out and the idea of a 4 day weekend is alot bit overwhelming.

The plan was to go walking and then pick up the kids from school. As I was parking at the park I walk at, my Mom called and needed me to come over to help with my Grandpa. As much as I wanted to walk before picking up the boys up from school, some things are more important. I headed over, helped my amazing Grandpa and hung out for a bit. Lizze called and needed Ginger Ale, so I stopped by the store on the way to the school and picked some up. She experiences a great deal of nausea as a result of her stomach issues and overall pain. Ginger Ale is her goto for relief. Now I'm waiting for the boys to be dismissed. Assuming they're doing okay,…

I just got home and I have no broken bones. They said it was badly bruised and the radiologist will have a look at it, just in case. If they see anything that was missed, they'll call me. My hand hurts like hell and it's pretty swollen but it could definitely be worse. The way I see it is I did the crime and now I do the time. It's going to be a rough few days as the bruising heals and the swelling goes down. Ice, Tylenol, and elevation will be my friends.

So I'm an idiot. After Lizze and I had our spirited disagreement, she walked away and I punched the refrigerator. In my 40 years on this planet, I've only ever punched something twice. I've never hit a person though. Both times that I can remember, were inanimate objects. The first time was when I was in high school. I punched a wall, hit a stud and broke my hand. The second time was yesterday when I punched the refrigerator. As a result of being an idiot, I'm dropping the boys off at school and going for an x-ray. I'm reasonably sure that I broke my hand. It's better to make sure and get it treated than let it heal incorrectly and require surgery later. Maybe I'll luck out and it…

My life is complicated, challenging and quite often overwhelming for me. Most of the time, however, I tend to do okay with things. I'm always stressed out and may struggle from time to time or have a bad day here or there but that's the nature of the beast. Then there are times when I feel like I'm in way over my head. It can feel like I've jumped into the deep end of the pool, with weights around my ankles and I don't know how to swim. It's all I can do to gasp a breath of air before going under again. This is sorta where I'm finding myself right now. There's too much happening all at once and I can't keep on top of it all. In my…