just EXACTLY how many straws can there be in 24 hours???

SO OF COURSE.. I'M JUST TOTALLY NUCKING FUTZ... I'LL JUST TELL YOU THAT. I decided to take on 5 boys this weekend, had accepted 6 not all of them showed up. Plus I had to work at the boat this weekend, Friday and Saturday from 6pm to 1am... plus Tim was working 8am-6pm on Saturday.. plus I was going to have my holiday cookie exchange tonight.. Monday night.. that equals one busy weekend for me and *almost* wishing Tuesday and the whole thing was over and done with and life was back to normal.. Anyway.. so of course one thing leads to another.. 2 bad nights at the boat, some fighting kids, lack of sleep, not seeing my husband all weekend, driving kids all over the place and back (when they forgot stuff), an utter meltdown ending with a 3 hour cleanathon that landed me in Tylenol PM coma at 9pm on Sunday night.. the house was clean and most everything was ready for my party Monday night. Had some major problems at work, a system upgrade that totally effed our whole way of doing things.. had to start from scratch and refigure things.. took most the day.. got things on track... went home for lunch, shoveled most of the driveway... heard about a storm heading our way tonight... the phone rings one after another... and the one that stopped me dead in my tracks.. was the 2nd straw that broke the camels back in the last 24 hours... My dad had put Princess to sleep today.. no warning.. we knew she was old.. we knew she was in pain.. we thought it was just arthritis.. I guess it was more.. and he made the decision.. I cried my eyeballs out from 2-6pm within that time learning of another girl in my subdivision who was going to come over found out she had some really bad blood test results come back... the girl next doors great aunt died, her wake funeral was today and she was sick so couldn't come, another neighbor had a terrible weekend.. wound up spending 5 hours of her Saturday basically looking for a set of keys to get into her car which was locked in the Jewel parking lot... I can't say bad day.. I'm saying bad 4 days... Not sure if "thank god it's over" is appropriate.. the storm that is heading our way is going to be as bad (or maybe worse) than the one that hit back in January 1994. I was pregnant with Dylan and there was an ince of ice on everything.. closed down everything for more than 24 hours.

we'll see how I'm doing tomorrow.. for now.. Rest in Peace little Princess (bitch) we love you... no more pain for you.