DH came home, and took over.
DS1 was picked up by a friend.
DH took care of DS2.
I haven't really collapsed with grief, but at least didn't feel so much like I had to do everything.
I spoke to my brother, my SIL, a couple of good friends back home (one of whom knew my mom pretty well, we've been friends since we were 7).
Plans are still completely up in the air. This morning, I'm suddenly feeling like going to Mexico. I know my sister is going. I think I would take DS2, leave DS1 with DH? No idea. I probably won't go. I don't know.
DS1's school would keep him from 8:30 to 5, and I'm sure someone local would take him for any time around that, that I needed cover for. DS2 is 16 months, still breastfed, and preverbal, so I don't like the thought of being away from him. Well, I've not been away from DS1 for 24 hours at a time, so I don't like the idea of being away from him either.
I don't know.
When my dog died, when I was 12 or so, I went to bed for three days. A part of me feels sad that I'm not doing that now. I don't know if I would do that if I could? Maybe.
In theory, today, my SIL and her hubby and their (tiny) baby are coming, and taking care of our DSes. In theory, today, we are going shopping for toilets.
Tomorrow, I think a neighbour is taking at least DS1, maybe DS2 as well. She's not had both of them before.