It’s been a very emotional couple of days. On Tuesday, my dad had a heart attack. Being on the other side of the country when you think your father is dying is probably one of the worst things a person can experience. Not to mention that he’s the main care taker of my mom who is practically an infant. I was trying to get tickets to go home but I have way too many responsibilities here that I can’t just up and leave. Mike won’t let me take Olivia because he thinks it would be too difficult for me to travel with her by myself. He can’t come with me because someone has to run the office and I would have to find someone to cover all of my opens at work. There’s no one who will do that willingly. So instead I get to stay home and worry about him and call CONSTANTLY. He is doing fine, by the way. On top of that the baby is teething so not only am I dealing with worry for my dad, I have to deal with a screaming, crying baby that has become WAY too attached to her mama. Seriously, I can’t walk out of the room without her throwing a tantrum. Which means I get to hear her cry while I go to the bathroom, when I go the kitchen to get something to drink, when I walk away so I can talk to my ailing father on the phone or right now while I’m trying to write in my blog. Whaaaa, WHAAAA!!! Good news, it looks like Mike is going to get a pancreas transplant! Which means no more diabetes. He’s been working on getting this done for a few years now so I’m so happy, but worried for him. It’s going to be major surgery, requiring him to stay in the hospital in Madison for 1 to 2 weeks. Jesus, Mary and the god damned donkey!!! I have to attend to my child before she sends herself into cardiac arrest.