There’s an old joke about successful marriages being the ones where only one partner is crazy at a time. Doug is continuing downhill in his jobless anxiety and I am falling apart over my ex having the older children for the weekend. Tommy is angry and oppositional about his father visiting. Sarah is refusing to clean and Noah is happily doing his own thing. The eye twitch is really irritating me. It’s too muddy to work on the yard. Whine. Complain.