if i were at the end of my rope, that would imply that i had a rope to begin with. some sort of something that i was holding on to even if it was fraying and unravelling. but no, trust me, that is not the case. complete free fall here.

the oldest is just losing it, and between fighting with his pretentious drs and trying to balance his meds, things are just out of control. he can't make it through a day of school. so he comes with me. to my school. this week is finals. try and imagine how well that might be going? uh huh. i haven't even mentioned the papers i am supposed to be writing.

so i could use a rope.