I hope today is not an indication of how the rest of the year is going to go.

I’m uber-stressed.  Hubby and I are paralyzed by not knowing what to do first.  He arrived home last night, but more bad news followed this morning.  The mother trashed the house (I didn’t think it could end up more trashed quite frankly), took too many xanax (on purpose or by accident no one knows) and A had to call an ambulance.  The paramedics informed the doctors at the hospital of the condition of the home and her discharge from the hospital is dependent on the house getting straightened out.  Which leaves K to get things in order.

So hubby and I are alternately tossing ideas around and staring at each other or the floor.

What a mess