This is a fair visual of how i feel

Rough week. Tuesday night: witness near fatal freeway accident and assist badly wounded driver in the dark, down an embankment till PD and ambulance arrive, wednesday-friday: eldest boy's school is dealing with kids starting fires in bathroom trash cans during school and daily on-campus fights, youngest child has stopped doing any homework or school work stating he's stupid, and this morning my bedroom bathroom toilet backed up and flooded my bedroom. yes. fecal matter. on my bedroom floor, laundry, my favorite rug, under my bed... i'm overwhelmed and furious.

with all of this going on, i have managed to not dive into the frosted shredded wheat cereal, the candy and chocolate cake my dear, unassuming, non-sabotaging, friend randomly brought over to share. I'm actually not very hungry. Maybe it's the stench from the floor below. So pissed and still proud of myself for managing these issues and events without a murder occurring with either of my children in the midst of it all. cuz they're so understanding of these things. not.