The little bit of rain and hopeful appearance of more rain is keeping me in the house with kids all wanting to play different things with me.

And

I've caught the boys' cold.

And

Our income tax is spent and now the funny realization that we cannot continue to pay off his credit cards has set in. We have enough to pay for bills and groceries each month and that's it. I'm not mad at him about it. It's done and must be dealt with. Thinking about money usually means not having enough. I am not a spender but the kids' birthdays are bam, bam, bam right now along with both car stickers. Oh yeah, and I need $900 for my next class ASAP. Money.

I'm dreading asking my dad for the $900. My uncle gave me a lot of money and prompted my return to school. This was in 2004. My dad recently found out about my uncle's generosity and was furious. He has no idea that my own loans are over $20,000 because his head is up an emu's ass when it comes to my school. Just like each time I was pregnant, he never asks about important things like how are you doing? or how's school going? or even, what the hell are you studying? He has talked about a coworker's daughter going to school to be a pharmacist and about the importance of my children going to school, but never about me. He also said my sister is doing exactly what he thought she be doing, which is raising kids. The subject of ME is totally avoided.

Well, ME will be proposing he lend the money this week, whether he wants to contemplate things or not. My uncle will help if my dad doesn't. There isn't a whole lot of incentive for my dad to help, anyway. He hides away (like I do) making it difficult to thank him.