Update

He's not dead yet. Apparently, the argument about whether or not to keep the breathing tube starts today; he wanted to live to his next wedding anniversary which is June 10th, after his 90th birthday. However, he only wanted to be resuscitated, not kept alive by machines - the problem being, he didn't make this as clear to the doctor as he should have, though apparently he did to the family. I have no idea how all this works, though I know he's in a bad way and has been in pain for a long time - so I kinda wish everyone would just let him go if he's on the machines. It seems more humane to me.

Death and the Holidays

My husband's grandfather's heart stopped earlier this evening; he's on some device or another for a while, though no one's under any illusions that he's going to last for long. Thoughts, prayers, well wishes and the like would be greatly appreciated.

Thanks.

Courtney's Impending Nervous Breakdown and You

So, all three people who read this know that I'm moving. They also know that I'm the one doing all the cleaning and prep for said move, for all four people in my household. In addition, they know that the holidays are stressful here - like they are everywhere - but particularly much so given the situation with my crazy family and my crazier in-laws. On the plus side, my family seems to be getting along relatively sanely right now. There's the usual guilt trips and back handed surprises, but that's been happening as long as I can remember. It's not a shock when it happens, and it's easily shrugged off. My in-laws on the other hand and unfortunately, aren't so predictable and easy to deal with. If only that were all!

Morgen's sick. Today's the Santa lunch and I get to tell Morgen she can't go because she's throwing up.
The moving thing is taking far longer than anticipated.
One of my little sisters got married without telling my mom and me (I don't know if she told anyone else) and it's bugging me more than I ever thought it would, even though we never did get along.
I'm PMSing and overly emotional - as in I spent upwards of two hours crying yesterday when I got home and realized exactly how much I have to do and how much money I don't have going into the holidays.

All in all? It's a shitty time to be me.