Well, I'm still living at my mother in-law's house... Four kids, three adults, two dogs, five cats, a bird, a guinnea pig and a jar full of sea monkeys, occupying the same lousy 1,200 sq. ft.

sharing the same two bathrooms.

I'm not sure how this is all supposed to work. the kids are killing each other, my dog destroyed my father in-law's motorcycle cover, we are generating more garbage, dirty dishes and laundry than we can cope with, and we are consuming hot water, milk and breakfast cereal faster than it can be replenished.

I kinda see this as an opportunity to move... to shake things up and get a fresh start. Monica wants to wait it out and move back into our burned out shell of a shack three months from now.

I suppose that if I can summon the patience to stay with my in-laws for 3 months, it will put that much more money in our pocket... money to rebuild what we lost.

I decided at the urging of my boss to use our benefit at work that allows us to see a psychologist - free of charge. I've never been to a head-shrinker before, but figured "what the heck".
Dr. Sensitive spent much of the first session quizing me on how he can safeguard his dryer from bursting into flames.
Hmmm....

Later, he deduced that I am too nice for my own good. That I allow people to take advantage of me, and that Monica is addicted to her pain pills. Then, my hour was up.

"Back to the shack."