Things have been a bit nutters here, as if they ever aren't. We have been continuing to deal with the paranoia of my bipolar father and all that entails. I am pretty sick of feeling like the evil, conniving, manipulative, selfish and petty human that he sometimes makes me out to be (sometimes I am good and perfect, it's a toss the dice kind of thing). I should get codemonkey to convince my father that I AM actually a man with boobs, I may have less problems (my father has some ISSUES with women, particularly strong women (although it is the only way to get any respect from him)... wait, maybe codemonkey and my dad would get along, my dad's not good with apologies either.

Also, we still aren't rich. Is somebody going to do something about this soon? I mean, come on, I put in the request ages ago.

We have also been dealing with a less then delightful Papa at times. Not that we are blamey, but it sometimes a little trying. Tempers are shorter and patience is lower. Having the background music of a wailing child is also not helpful to creating a peaceful atmosphere. I suppose it is a feeling we all have sometimes, the - you are expecting me to do that for you when you don't do that for me - feeling. Anyway, I am digging deeper into my patience pit to see if there is anything left for the (hopefully) last month of colic, then perhaps we will have some peace.

So, it's EVEN harder then it was before to find time for ourselves to speak with each other or watch a movie. At least when we do find time to have sex (always WAY too late at night when we should both be sleeping but it's the only free time we get so whatcha going to do...be sleepy tomorrow, that's right!) it's been really good. There are pros and cons then to not having time together I suppose. Con - it sucks. Pro - it feels like party time for the hour after the oldest child goes to bed and you're left only with a crying baby. This is a good example of how everything is relative.

I hope you are all having a better month then I.