I think sins not tragedies.

It's been a relatively rough week for me. Where should I start?

Lucas had to get shots on Tuesday, 4 to be exact. The last 2 nights he has woken up screaming. Not just crying. SCREAMING. At 2 am he was screaming so badly and was so inconsolable that I didnt know what to do. And of course, Jeremy was just as tired, so this led to bickering between us. Debbie says we need a date. I dont think hes interested in dating me. I have come to the conclusion that once you're married, it almost seems like they just quit trying. No more little notes of I love you found lying around. No surprise dates that include, but are not limited to, a good cup of hot chocolate with a sprinkle of cinnamon, and sitting at the beach, especially now that the Yorktown Beach is complete. I can tell you that this morning, I was ready to knock a knot on the top of Jeremy's head that would have been so big, he would have had to stand on his tip toes to scratch. I guess we will try to work it out. But things change when your life becomes nothing but babies, bills and housework. Not to mention his job may be in question. I think a contractor is bidding their jobs to see if they are cheaper then government, and if they are, they are required to offer Jeremy a job, but at what rate we wouldnt know. I think he is worried about that. So, that's the home front issue. I am tired. I am just tired. And the last straw after the hellish night, was my purse tumbled over in the car and all of my stuff spilled out, and I just went on ahead and cried.

Lucas is even refusing the carseat. You go to put him in it, and he archs his back and starts to cry. Then he stiffens his arms. I dont know why. So, I spend 5 minutes rassling him in the seat. Then he proceeds to stare angrily for 10 minutes. I love that little boy, but I hate when there is something wrong with him that cuddles and a breast wont fix. Its awful.

Now, lets move on to some funny stuff!

My father should have been a comedian. He says some of the silliest things! Last Friday, I stopped by to take him a cup of coffee. He was outside cleaning up after the hurricane. When I got there, he had this real disgusted look on his face. So, I asked him what was wrong. He proceeded to tell me that while trimming the bushes along the roadway, he must have disturbed some fire ants, and they managed to crawl up his pants leg and sting him all the way up. So, he was mad. He told me that "I have declared war on their asses! The toothy little bastards!" He told me that he had done the mexican hat dance, the egyptian slide and the hoochie-coochie roll and squaredance to get them out of his pants. So, he went into the house and got in the shower. Over the weekend, he was too busy inside the house to do anything about it, so on Tuesday, I talked to him, and he was gathering up his arsonal to take care of the ants. By the time I got there Tuesday evening to take him some coffee and just check on him, he was outside. He told me this: "You wanna know what I did? I went out there on my tractor, and I pulled up their home, which was that tree stump, and I took out back and I burned it. Then I went back up there and I dug them up, and ran them over with the tractor tires half a dozen times. Take that you gravy sucking, toothy little bastards! F*** with me again, and see what I do. Teach them to bite me. Next time, I am going out there with lighter fluid." It was so funny. I was laughing hysterically! It was hysterical. He is so funny. As far as he was concerned, those ants were causing hate and discontent in his yard. If you ask him about the ants, he will ask you "What Ants?" Because they no longer exist. He made sure they paid the piper for biting him. I still laugh about it, even now, as I am typing it. Hes so colorful...its a funny thing to witness. I wonder how much of this stuff Lucas will pick up from him and carry on. Hopefully, not the cusswords, though!