So, things have been very interesting as of late.  Bobby is growing by leaps and bounds, and getting into more trouble every day.  This morning, I woke up to find an orange had been opened, along with a canteloupe (how on earth he got the hole into the skin of the canteloupe, I'll never know), his new board games strewn all over the living room and he had just opened a box of cereal and was eating his Rice Chex dry.  What is a mother to do??  He doesn't even come into our room anymore, to wake us up.  He must think that he's dependent enough to do things on his own, but he's just not capable of doing them.  His birthday's coming up.  He'll turn 3, and I feel as though I'm at my wits' end about the things he does.  He's learned how to say, "I can't" from his father, so every time I tell him to do something, he says "I can't".  He's telling people to shut up, and yelling back at them.  I feel as though I have no control left over him, but I continue to try and get him to listen.

Greg's new job is all right.  He says that he enjoys working with the people, but nights are reallly slow.  He'll get used to working nights, but in the meantime, I'm the one up with Bobby every morning.  His arthritis seems to be going better, considering that he's not hobbling around at all hours of the day anymore.  Now, it's just mornings that are difficult on him.  It's nice to have him out of the house.  He was getting in the way, more than he thought.  I had a routine that I followed, and with him at home, it was tough to follow that routine, cuz he did absolutely nothing with housework or Bobby, while he was out of work.  That's 2 weeks of him sitting around, yelling ... ugh.