Take the whole month, Dave. Seriously. You have such an emotionally demanding job. It's time for you. You deserve to have some peace come your way (even if it is only a month sabatical).

There is no way I can catch up. It has been months.

And I will NEVER say we are ok again. I aways jinx myself when I do that.

Wes is suicidal again and halucinating and hearing voices. Poor boy. He is so close to needing proffessional intervention. Almost took him last night.

Crap!

And I forgot to call his friggin Pdoc. Too late now. It'll have to be Monday.

My memory is so full of holes.

Connor is sick. Had him in the doctor last night and Wes on the phone. Started out as a virus and ended up with an infection. And he is overweight and his blood pressure is too high. So what does he do? Goes and eats everything sweet and fatty in the house while he was home sick today because he was told not to. TEENAGERS. I KNOW why I am going grey. Can you imagine having 6 of them? My boss does. SIX!

I am ok. Just numb. And laughing. I know. Very innapropriate, but I really can't help it. Life is absurd sometimes. It's just an amazingly strange place to be in right now.

I'll let you know how Wes is doing. I believe he will be ok by upping his meds for a bit.

(I need to write a note on my forehead to call the doc. SHEESH-big time duh.)

So my weekend is going to consist of catering to sick teenagers. Thrilling.

I can't believe that I used to spend my weekends traveling around on the back of a Harley and doing the most amazingly non-adult, non-responsible things. Wasn't that just yesterday? sigh