So things are slightly more calm, but still nutty. I'm just tired of it all.

If my husband really cared about me, he'd let me have my own apartment. I'd let him visit me once in a while. If he called first.

In the meantime, Bubba has lost another tooth. Yes, now he has a double wide gap in the front of his mouth. On top. And yes, he can now sing "All I Want for Christmas is my Two Front Teeth". But he can still say his 's's just fine.

O'Baby tried bananas. And loved them. The rice cereal didn't agree with him. Boy, that baby loves to eat!

The Princess and Puff Daddy are no longer together. Let the fighting about the baby begin. Yuck.

Bro is still looking for a new job. We're hoping he moves back home soon. We'll see what happens.

Blondie could use a little lovin' from her Momma. I can't wait to see her Thanksgiving weekend. Prepare for many hugs and kisses!

Hubby is back from Miami. He had a very good time.

Funny, I just realized my period is due. Could that have anything to do with the Gripefest of the past week? Ya think?

I'm just so done. I don't know how some women work full-time and still keep their houses in order and their families happy. I just don't see how it can be done.