Long day. I got up with Spencer at 630am. I ran to the mall with Rachel when Spencer went to sleep. By the time we got back, Spencer was awake having lunch. Then Mike was MIA for pretty much the rest of the day till bathtime at 615pm. That's 12 hours with no break. Where are the mommy labor laws?

Mike and I are on the edge of a fight. He's out of control with the glass is half empty shit. He seriously tried to create a crisis out of the trash can being full already (because it's not going to be picked up till Friday). When I got home from the mall he greeted me with "I just did finances, it's not good, we spent x dollars this month." Of course in my bag I had my new software, another airport express for the printer, and my new iphone (about $700 total).

Later, sadly, Danger caught and killed a squirrel. Hunting is in his blood. He put it right next to Spencer's bubble lawn mower in the yard, presumably so we would find his gift to us. I saw it when I opened the window, and went to wake Mike from his nap (???) to go clean it up. When Mike came in he said, "This is why I shouldn't take a nap, I get woken to things like, 'Go clean up the dead squirrel in the yard.' ". I told him he was being a little melodramatic. He said he was upset, and I said you're always upset. Yeah, the possibility of Danger killing a squirrel is the reason you shouldn't take a nap. He left shortly after that to run errands. Could I get into a huff and take off? No. But he just leaves, not a second thought to taking care of the kids. He was back in time for bathtime with Spencer so at least I got to relax then.

I'm tired of letting him bring me down. I'm just tired...

Spencer was awesome today. RaRa was a little crabby, crying if I put her down for more than 3 minutes. I'll be glad when she's mobile.

The playroom is coming along. I'm bringing out more and more toys and getting things organized.

Spencer loves his kitchen set. We were drinking from empty cups, stirring pretend food, and putting food in the microwave. He was even pressing the little sticker buttons on the microwave. And he loves the matchbox cars I got him. And the little table.

I'm really liking the way things are going right now with me and the kids. The kids are growing. The season is changing. I wish Mike could see something/anything good in the world around him, but he is who he is. I really think he's got some depression issues, though, even though he is on meds. Maybe they are making it worse, or not helping, or whatever. He naps every fucking weekend day. He'd probably nap during the week too if he could get away with it. Whatever, it doesn't matter, I'm so tired of dealing with him and his negativity.