well as taking on additional consulting jobs to get the mortgage paid - all at the same time as trying to be a supportive husband as I can.

So taoday was the first real day with the baby and she was tired but happy and excited when I got home. I though it was a good day. Then after he went down and we had dinner she took a bath and the next thing I know she's standing in the kitcken with nothing but a towle on her head with the steak knife.

I keep getting lulled into a false sense of hope/security only to have it dashed. I can't take it myself anymore. I need some help out side from the theapist I see. he seems more interested in my health (which is fine) instead of suggesting how I can help and dealwith this disease.