Too Much is Too Much

Two weeks ago was Halloween. I was sick and D was getting there. The next day, I am at home because I'm really sick now. I also have to go to the school to pick up thirty-something boxes of frozen cookie dough and deliver it all after the kids get out of school and before I have to pick D up. While delivery cookies dough to my office, my husband calls to tell me that Daddy has been in a serious accident and it doesn't look good. I drop the kids off (all 3 of them) with our closest friends. I haul ass to the hospital, only to find out that Daddy has taken a fall, busted his head open, had a seizure, and has no memory of it at all. It's hard to see, it's hard to accept, I'm not dealing with this well at all. I cannot handle that every two minutes he asks what happened, why does his head hurt, why is he in the ER. I cannot handle that my Daddy is crying, my mommy is crying, I'm crying, my sister's crying, my husband is crying. My kids are scared because all they know is that there has been an accident. I call often to keep our oldest updated. It makes him feel better, it makes me feel better. I hang up the phone and I realize that never in my 27 years of life have I ever witnessed my Daddy being weak. I've never see him not be able to take on the world. I've never seen him helpless. I've never seen my mommy so scared. I've never seen her not know what to do. Eventually the situation gets better. He had his staples removed two days ago. He's slowly remembering what happened...

Fast forward a week later... D begins running a fever. It hit 103 degrees. We haul ass to the doctor. It's 104.1 degrees. They cannot find infection in his throat or ears. Doc orders a chest x-ray. Pnuemonia. Caught early enough to be treated with oral antibiotics. Caught early enough to not have developed into a terrible cough. I still don't have my baby back. He is so calm and quiet. I want him to be crazy busy again. I want my baby back.

In the midst of it all, H is giving us so many problems that I don't have the time to go into all of that. I'm sick of it. I don't know what to do. All I know is that he gets punished, however, there is always some excuse to not have to serve it. Too busy at first with all that was going on with my daddy. Now M's parents are in town. I'm just going to forget about it because I don't have the energy to deal with it anymore. M is not supportive, nor does he enforce. M and I fight terribly when it comes to discipline. He refuses to accept that H does anything wrong. M cannot see the affect this will have on H later in life. But when he ends up being so much trouble that the law intervenes, I don't want to hear one damn word about it.

Any suggestions on how to get a better grip on a 10 year old boy?