Okay, long weekend over. It was a long long weekend. Mike goes back to work tomorrow. Today was better. He was down this morning, but got better throughout the day and things seem to be back to normal tonight. Who knows for how long. He actually asked me today how I deal with the kids all day everyday. Rachel's whining seems borderline never ending. I hope she cuts the teeth soon. I hope that's what the problem is. If this is just her personality, ugghh. Not that I don't love her or would love her any less, it's just nice to see smiles more than tears. Anyway. He was really trying this morning. He did let me sleep in. He came out and woke me up and told me to go to bed. I slept for a couple more hours. Then when I came out he insisted he had everything under control and I could/should go do something. So I came down here and did some photochopping. He was so funny upstairs trying so hard to mask his frustration, singing and such. I was almost laughing, but I didn't want him to think I was laughing at him or making fun of him, so I held back. It was nice to know that he really was trying to keep his cool. He did a good job and didn't let it bring his whole day down. So anyway, I guess things are better. Until he goes to work tomorrow and realizes (in his mind) that he's not a good enough provider and no one wants to hire him, and throws himself another pity party. God I wish I could find him a job. He mentioned calling the guy who promised him a job and then never called back, just to ask why. He thinks that he pissed someone off somewhere and he's got a red-flag. I don't know, of course, but I think it's unlikely. But, this other company is constantly hiring, but won't give him the time of day. So maybe he's right. Then what do we do? Poor guy. I would love to have an answer for him. Not that he would listen, but still, I wish I had one.

Weekend over. Playgroup tomorrow and date night. Playgroup Wednesday. V-Day party (rescheduled) here on Thursday. Then the Aquarium on Friday. Busy week.