Wearing me thin

Went shopping for household supplies the other night and passed by the bathroom scales display. I stepped on one and weighed 129 pounds, which is pretty skinny for a chick as tall as me.

Oh, well -- that's the least of my worries right now.

Went to court Thursday. The judge decided he needed to hear witnesses and to see the results of hair follicle tests, so he rescheduled us for next week.

Sarah's been shacked up with this guy, who has pending felony charges hanging over his head. She already told Bob over the phone that her lawyer advised her not to be associating with him, but then she brought him with her to the courthouse anyway. Her lawyer made him leave the building before the judge could see him, but not before the rest of us got a good look at him.

(***shudder***)

So, anyway, Sarah and her parents came to an agreement yesterday and she signed over full guardianship of Kayla to them. Now we're supposed to drop Brittany off at Sarah's parents' house to visit with her and Kayla from 12 to 7 today, and we're flipping smooth out about it because none of us are allowed to stay and supervise. Had a long, agonizing phone conference with our attorney last night, and she assured us that they will seriously screw themselves if we don't get Brittany back on time.

I'm completely wrecked about it, but we've got the Steamatic people coming this afternoon to clean our carpets and ducts, so I have to keep moving. Still got lots of stuff to shift off the floor and out to the garage, but I'd rather just lay around and cry.