A week and a half ago I made the decision to have my sweet little dog euthanized. Due to old age, her quality of life had become very poor and was quickly declining without any hope of a good treatment. On Friday my warm and wonderful father-in-law died from cancer. He was a good man who treated me with far more warmth and kindness than my father or brothers did.
I know that things could be worse and that my grief is a drop in the bucket compared to my husband or his family's, but I am sad and miserable. Still, I need to figure out a way get more work done, be more efficient in spite of that. There are appointments to make, laundry, artwork, taxes, permission slips, comforting words and actions, checks to write, teachers to set-up conferences with.
I do not understand how people do all this and deal with these emotions at the same time. I just want to go to bed.