Fried

I'm pretty much fried. My mom is out of the hospital and taking the first tentative steps towards recovery. We have SO MUCH going on that I'm pretty much brain dead and operating on a needs-only basis. Blogging doesn't make the list much. To add to the stress, Jon's family is (once again) angry with us so the little sanity I was holding on to ceased to exsist. The kicker? Grace slipped out of her room tonight and fell down the stairs. She was scared and had a bloody nose, but seemed fine otherwise. Jon and I, already stressed to the max, ended up arguing about it. It's been a really suck-tastic month. One in which I have struggled everyday to seek out the good. I know there will be an end, but it's hard to trust that there isn't more bad on the way there.