Ses Vents Changeants

He says to me that he cant help the way he is.  The moods lately have been fierce.  He started T three weeks ago, and the days since then have been unpredictable to say the very least.  Since he has been on it such a short time, we arent yet sure whether or not he will get his period this month, and the hormones seem to be swinging all over the place.

When he got his first shot a couple weeks ago, he seemed so calm and uncharictaristically patient.  Now, it seems like every hour, every minute is a roll of the dice.  I refused to go to breakfast with him this morning after he just randomly flipped out.  I am seriously not going to deal with this.  I told him he has got to talk to his doctor about some antidepressants or something or I am going to drown him in the pool.  I can deal with just about anything, but the yelling and stuff has got to stop.

*sigh*  The day had started so nicely too.  He woke me up at dawn, cuddly and needy.  The house was quiet, and we had a lovely hour or so under the sun-streaming window.  It’s just so maddening sometimes that he can go from that to this so suddenly.  I feel like I am living with Dr. Jekyl and Mr. Hyde.  He says that it should level out over time.  I sure hope so.

Adora’s birthday party was yesterday, and she had a "Wiki-Tiki Luau" as she called it.  I’ll have to post pics of her wearing the coconut bikini and grass skirt.  Of course, she was wearing a bikini under it, but it was just too cute.  Dale (who recently acquired a cell-phone) got a girl’s phone number yesterday.  That, of course, is a bit frightening.  We’ve already had "the talk", but still.  It’s not a thought I really want to entertain.

It hailed here earlier.  Apparently the weather is mirroring my freneticism.

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Here is Dora, practicing the hula