Who dropped the Horseshoe?

Today was a trying day. I am already going crazy because it is midterm and I am behind almost 2 weeks in one of my classes. My ever loving husband is upset because I have chosen to clean the house and unpack instead of doing my homework. He is also upset when I tell him I need help. I need help with my classes. I need help with housework. I need help with the kids. Not only do I need help, but I need his help. He things I am being dramatic and a nag.
He agrees to take the kids out of the house for me to catch up on my homework. Then the other shoe drops. I receive a phone call from my brother telling me that one of the families horses died today. Not just any of the horses, the stallion. The barn's namesake. Sabsson, my stepfathers Arabian stallion, died today at age 23. He is heartbroken and so am I. There are only 2 of his children left at our barn to carry on the bloodline, 1 filly and 1 colt. I was hoping to get my hands on the colt, Jack, in the spring. With Sabsson's death I doubt that my stepfather will let him go. I can only assume that Sabsson's CrackerJack will become the new stallion at their farm and I am S.O.L.