Disaster.

For once, it's not about me. It's swirling around me, but it's not about me. My family is an unmitigated disaster. From my father's quadruple bypass/open heart surgery, to Little Boy on the verge of being kicked out of pre-k, I'm surrounded by Hot Mess.

My dad's surgery was sudden and unexpected, so therefore much more dramatic. My sister & brother are with my mom & dad in Florida thankfully, but that in and of itself is causing some drama. It turns out that my aging father has been digging a rather large financial hole for awhile now. On the cusp of his surgery, he confessed a few details to my mother, who in turn has enlisted my brother and sister to help sort through it all. I think we've only uncovered the tip of the iceberg. It's looking like a rather large iceberg at this point. Not good. Making things worse is my dad's current dementia. No other word to describe it, happened the last time he had surgery too, due to low sodium levels and anesthesia complications. Hopefully his right mind will return soon, but even so, his days as financial manager of his house are over.

Little Boy has been acting out at pre-k, so much so that B. and I have a conference with his teachers next week to see if he will be able to continue. He's been hitting, poking, pushing and biting his classmates. Yes, biting. Behavior you might expect to see from a two year old, but a four year old? Not so much. He and Little Girl are the youngest in their class, which I think is a contributing factor. I hope we can figure out a solution, 'cause if he gets kicked out of pre-k, momma's not going to be happy. At all.

And B.? Driving me nuts. So completely, ridiculously self-involved that I want to strangle him. Or at the very least, chuck his goddamn computer out the window. Things are not good between us right now.

Despite the shitstorm swirling around me, my head remains above water, if only barely. Thank goodness for modern chemistry and the drugs it created.