Oh wow! Tom's financial plan is bad. Really bad. Really, really bad. He's telling Lucy's family that for every x dollars they contribute per month to Candace and Claudine, he'll put them in the will for so much. Marge is almost 70 and still working, hello, they don't have extra money or she'd be retired. Nancy is retired on a teacher's pension. I know that Candace fucked up. I know that she has no job, no prospect of a job, no health insurance and MS. I know that Claudine has spent her entire life expecting someone (anyone) to take care of her. I know all of this. I don't like it either. But giving Candace money to live and care for Claudine will not affect him at all. It's pocket change. Should he have to simply because he can? No. Should he do it anyway? Yes. What's right and what's best aren't always the same thing. The most disturbing part is not that he is doing this, though, it's that he brags that he is fucking people over. He knows it. He loves it. That's awful. He doesn't care though. He's bored and drunk with (what he perceives as) power.
Anyway, we didn't get to go out for date night. I made it to the grocery. Tom slept the whole time he was here (after he told me all about his 'plan'), and Lucy took care of the kids by herself. She didn't resort to the tv though, I was impressed.
Spencer has been great today. And Rachel too. I was right about her wanting more food and less formula. I gave her a large helping of cereal this morning, a container of stage 2 apples and blueberries at lunch, and green beans for dinner. And four bottles, which she took all of. I also tried to give her a Gerber puff, but she wasn't thrilled. I'll try again tomorrow.
Lots of talking from Spencer, but not too many words. He'll get there. I'm honestly, and amazingly, not worried about it. He took my hand at least 5 times today to lead me toward something he wanted. He pointed to indicate interest and wants, he told me when he was hungry/thirsty and ate well. He passed toys back and forth with Rachel and played with his Grammie. So he's not talking yet, so what. He will when he's ready.
I've got a therapy appointment tonight. Mike thought he might have to work straight through till midnight. Luckily, he didn't, but man that would have been shitty for him. He still might have to tomorrow. We are supposed to get snow tonight into tomorrow. A few inches. I can't wait to get Spencer out in it and having fun!