I can’t lift the storage stuff that lives in our bedroom instead of the garage. I can’t eat anything I want to eat. I can’t afford to shop for the new baby. Can’t mow, can’t make a flower bed, can’t paint and can’t fix any of the broken stuff over here. Can’t stand being completely unprepared for this baby. I’m tired of being stuck in the house doing laundry and cleaning up the same toys over and over. Tommy is obviously planning to sleep all day and the other children are at my parents’ house playing with their cousins. Maybe I’ll go wander Babies ‘R Us while Doug makes loves to his computer. I’d rather be with Doug but every moment he is not at his computer he is unhappy so I hate asking him to do anything.