Why is it that I just can't seem to cope sometimes. Every thing that happens seems so MAJOR! I am really lucky that Leroy is so supportive, but being supportive the one hour I see him in the evening is not quite enough. He works ALL the time, and even when he is at home is outside working on something or the other. Could be worse though. He loves me and I love him, and we do communicate well in what little time we have. Am I wrong to want more? I need help sometimes. All those kids just about run me nuts, not counting worrying about Joy all the time. Plus...I really need to do a major cleaning in the house. Have you ever noticed that when the house is not as clean as it should be it is really depressing?