The day started off rocky. Actually my day started off fine. Spencer was up a bit early, but what can you do? Mike slept in and was up for about an hour when he informed me (I had to ask, I'm a dumbass) that he was having a bad day. OMG! He had been up for less than an hour!!! What was bad? Well, he has to take care of anything that is outside the four walls of this house and he just comes last in this family. Oh give me a fucking break. Poor fucking Mikey, his life is so miserable. So I'm not really talking to him. When we got home from his parents, at which I had a surprisingly pleasant time, I made the kids dinner and played with them. I gave them both a bath by myself and put them to bed. Mike was off doing whatever until bathtime when I basically told him to get lost. Then he showed up again to sing. I think if both kids went to bed at the same time, he would probably be satisfied with just being there for singing. He could be off doing whatever it is he wants to do the rest of the time. I'm thinking about taking a trip down to Memphis in the next week or two, just to get away from him.

I just went in to show him the finished christmas card I'd been working on. I was pleasant, so that opened the door for him to tell me that he's starting to hear things again. what??????????????????? Like he heard kids crying while we were at his parents house. Yeah, I've heard that a couple of times, not like ghosts, just your mind playing tricks on you.

Anyway, Spencer was great today. Lots of almost words. Very cooperative, though not always happy about it. Rachel was also great. The only time she got cranky was when we were at T/L's and she was tired. Spencer picked that same time to go to the door and say bye-bye, so we all packed up and left. I drove home at 55-60 mph so that Rachel could nap as long as possible. It was raining, so I just stayed in the slow lane with all the other wussy rain drivers. I didn't even feel like I was driving slowly.

I'm going to work out tonight. In 10 minutes actually. Later...