Well the baby got shots today and boyo got his ear checked. The pediatrician asked me about my depression the medication I'm on, said I need to talk to tk's t doctor on tues (like that will accomplish much) said I needed to find a better pump so that I can get away from the baby for a few hours (he eats all the time and my pump excuse the pun SUCKS which if I could afford a better one or to rent one I would already have it) told us to switch the cereal he is getting in his food so he gets more calories. I should probably eat more... I'm really ready to supplement but because of acid reflux with boyo when we switched him to formula I am hesitant and the pediatrician said it was a bad idea. I came home from appointment and went off on our useless "free health care" that all the people who hate soldiers think is so great. Told him what happened. He was sympathizing to my cause because I do an awful lot and get very little assistance. He decided after three days of us not getting along he wanted to talk, he had a T doctor appointment today. He was resistant to the things I said about getting serious about creating this nest egg so if he got put out without the medical discharge we wouldn't be homeless. He had to yell about it for awhile but eventually saw my point whether that means he will do anything is anyone's guess. He told me he was tired of doing everything and I should be able to do all that for him, some how I didn't scream. I just told him that he was only stressed because of the number of things he needed to do not because he was actually accomplishing Anything, which strangely he didn't get upset about. So he decided he wanted pizza and we went and got that, together which was cool. I'm really wishing for a bottle of wine but that's a bad idea because since hubs breakdown we are t totalers. I want to put the kids to bed but its too early. I'm watching my extremely grumpy baby for signs of a reaction to his shots as this is the first time I allowed him to get all of them at once, because I need to catch up on his vaccinations before we get gone out of the army. Tomorrow since ft carson canceled all the yard sales on post, I'm steam cleaning the carpets and doing more laundry. That's the plan and then I might stomp my foot and throw a tantrum until I'm allowed to do my homework for school without having the baby on my boob. I wrote this in response to weekend plans but realized it was too long and I would hi-jack californiablonde's post. I need to talk and my mother is depressed and doesn't want to hear about it, and no one is available. So ignore post if needed.