As The Princess' due date nears, the family is getting more tense.

The Princess is freaking out. I am stressing. All the men in the house are getting on our nerves. We want to get our own apartment. No men allowed.

Lucky Uncle is here for a visit. He's already diagnosed and treated problems with my car, Dabny's car, Hubby's treadmill, the sauna, and the back storm door. And he's repaired many rotted boards on the deck.

The man never stops.

He says he's just glad he doesn't have four sisters. Poor guy. Although he runs at a much higher resting RPM than the mere mortal, I feel like we're wearing him down to a little nub.

But I am feeding him, Mom. He's eating well. Don't worry.

Tomorrow I'm replacing my kitchen faucet. Uncle's working on the deck some more. Bubba has his end-of-the-year party, and we're going to help out.

I'm glad Greg's here. I hope he is too. I don't know how we survive without him.