The last few weeks have shown a marked increase in insanity in my life.
My 47-year-old mother had a heart attack / gastritis flare-up while my father was out of town, so I ended up taking her to the emergency room and basically being my 20-year-old autistic brother's caregiver for a couple of days. My dad's back now, though, and he's again treating me as if I was about twelve, despite the fact that I was a very competent head of the household for a while and despite the fact that I'm moving out in less than a month. I think it's mostly just that he's worried about my mom and he was frustrated by having to be away while all this was happening, but it's hard to deal with, sometimes.
If that wasn't enough, today was my last day at my job at the zoo, because I'm leaving in about five hours to go apartment hunting in the place I'm going to be living. Also my boyfriend and I will be visiting my grandmother, who just had all of her veterbrae fused and is in a full body shell-cast-type-thing and is bed-bound. We're going up there mostly to give my exhausted grandfather a break from night shift help-invalid-get-to-the-bathroom duty.
Part of me is excited about all this growing up stuff, and part of me is completely balking. Regardless, it makes finding time for the internets a lot more difficult.