Yesterday afternoon I went to Wal-Mart and then wanted to nap but I knew as soon as I got home that Doug wasn’t up to the psychiatrist appointment (unless it was for him) so I took Tommy. After that I bought groceries and came home to find Doug in the same state he’d been all day. I snapped at him thoughtlessly when he interrupted my cleaning efforts. I continued making headway on the 2 days of neglect while he spent the evening in a tizzy. He finally went to bed which was all he was capable of doing at that point. I got Tommy and Noah’s stuff ready for the camping trip but didn’t gather Doug’s. Big mistake. He spent hours wandering, gathering and getting upset this morning. I would like to think that he’ll come back relaxed and happy but I know he won’t. He’ll continue his self-destructive cycle of frustration about being jobless that keeps him from being functional enough to get a job.