The week from hell

Oh sure, everybody TALKS about the week from hell. But this has got to be it. Reality check:
Sunday: The father of the two children my wife and I care for is rushed back to the hospital from the nursing home.
Monday: My son Sean announces that it looks like he’s going to Iraq.
Tuesday: Our Yorkie coughs up blood. An emergency trip to the vet confirms that he’s fine.
Wednesday: Both children have a fever. After confirming that despite our best efforts to get the Florida social services system moving, they STILL don’t have insurance, take them to their old doctor, 50 miles away.
Thursday: Discover that my computer is loaded with viruses, worms, and other malware. Spend the entire day (and most of the next day) trying to get it cleaned up.
Friday: Take the girls down to the hospital to see their dad, who decides it’s time to level with them about the seriousness of his illness.
Saturday: Walk out to the barn to discover that the German Shepherd has eaten half a box of rat poison. An emergency trip to the vet confirms that she’s also fine.
Could it have been worse? Of course it could.
But I agree with Sarah, who says she doesn’t want to get up tomorrow …