I'm tired. Everything is still going really slow. So I'm irritated. As long as I don't get aggressive it's okay. I've been able to follow conversations enough to respond. However my husband asked me to calm down or wait in the car at my son's appointment because "You look like a drug addict". Miguel's T said he's getting depressed again. We picked up 'child friendly' food. So my son can cook through his growth spurt and the impending crash whenever that happens. My husband's exhausted.