I'm not going to be posting food stuff today (it's after midnight, I can say that). My little sister tried to end her life by swallowing a bunch of pills this evening. I'm a headcase right now. For the first time that I can ever remember, I'm having chest pains. I'm sure that it is some kind of anxiety attack. I'm alternating between flipping out and struggling not to put my fists through the wall, and just sitting in one spot feeling rather empty and still.
I'll be spending the daytime hours running around after the kids. I'm not used to chasing after both of them by myself. It shouldn't be difficult, but this boy child has a rare talent for getting into trouble. He's the only kid that I know who could cut his hair with stolen scissors, burn a house down, and squirt toothpaste down the laundry chute all in a nanosecond.