I was suppose to go to the neurologist but basically Brandon didn't want to go to work an hour early so I could go. I had to reschedule and I don't really know why but I was so frustrated with him over that. I was slamming and throwing stuff around. Basically throwing a fit. Maybe its just because I didn't get my way. I don't think so though, because I didn't really want to go in the first place. Brandon got all upset and said "you just want to be angry." I don't blame him. He is right. I can be pretty difficult and childish sometimes. But then ofcourse he wants to say that its ok and he knows I act like that because of my "diagnosis". I hate that so much. Not everything I say and do is because I am bipolar. And he won't even say the word - bipolar. He always says diagnosis. Like its terrible, like cancer or something. He has depression, anxiety and he is OCD. We are quite the pair :)
Doug is doing better but has been sleeping more than he usually does. Lastnight he woke up and was in a great mood and wanted to play, so I'm not sure whats going on with him. Shiloh is being attacked by the cat. As usual.
No news is good news on the court case.
I'm just doing laundry. Bored to death. I want to take a nap but I can't because Shiloh never naps. She is only 4, I can't leave her up by herself. Honestly I can't wait untill she starts school. But the wicked witch won't send me her shot records so she can get updated at her new doc to get into school. So I have to call the doc in MI and see if they will send them to the new one. Blah Blah