So some interesting developments. I didn't update last night because when Mike came home from his doctor's appt, he said we needed to talk after the kids were in bed to "get on the same page". Apparently we weren't. Now we are. Kinda. I think. As much as a man and woman can ever truly be on the same page, I guess. I'm going to try to get the dished done during the day and if I don't, he'll do them when he gets home. We are going to co-op clean house on Sunday mornings. He needs to figure out what he really wants (exactly what I've been saying for years).

The doc told him that he should probably at least see a counselor. He said that he wasn't really comfortable playing around too much with anti-depressants, and maybe Mike would be better off to see psychiatrist (psychologist with an med degree so they can write scripts, basically). He also mentioned the word bi-polar. Now that it's out there, it kinda makes sense. Sorta. From the very little amount I know. Well Mike did some research this morning and took several online tests and all of them pointed to bipolar for him. Mildly, but still. Now this could be a case of what happened when I research autism with Doodle, everyone fits it if you loosen your definitions enough. Mike just said that he was a little humiliated, and seemed startled at the idea that his "quality of life could increase 10-fold". We had the "happiness is in moments, not overall vs. happiness is an overall state of mind/being" talk again last night. For the record, I'm the latter. I honestly don't know what's going to come next. I guess he'll go see a psychiatrist. I'm fearful of what this could mean for me and our family, maybe he really won't want us anymore. I'm not selfish enough to discourage it though. If there's a chance that he can be happy, he should IMO pursue it. It could also turn out that he actually wants to be with us more and does like us. Keeping my fingers crossed.

Oh, I mentioned last night about how negative he was on Saturday and how I couldn't imagine that he wasn't also being that negative about me, just not saying it. He just said he was sorry. Not that he wasn't thinking hateful, mean things, just that he was sorry. I said he was in a bad place on Saturday, and he said, he's in a bad place all the time. I really hope he gets some help. I don't care if they diagnose him with bi-polar or whatever or not, just give him a fair shot at being happy.

Spencer was finishing animal sounds in songs this morning (the cow on the farm says, moo-moo-moo, moo-moo-moo, __-__-__ to 'wheels on the bus'). He was also "filling" cups with "water" and we were all "drinking" from the cups in the play kitchen. And reading lots of books. And I made his hand point to cheese. Then for another piece he grabbed my hand to put it over his so he'd be pointing. He just doesn't get it :oP. We start therapy tomorrow. And we have tumbling tonight.

Oh, when I went in to get him up from his nap yesterday with Lucy with me, he saw her and immediately started blowing her kisses (cause that's what she does).