Shrink

This thursday I will be going for an appointment with the local Head Shrinker. Why? Well, since I went back on BC pills to help control my female problems, my bipolar brain has been thrown completely off balance... and it was a delicate balance to start with. Let's face it- there are days when not losing it is like walking a tight rope of spider silk.
Awakening this morning, the kids were playing quietly and nicely together- somehow the injection of me into the room changed all that, as they began fighting immediately. Not just the mediocre bickering, mind you, but the full fledged crying, screaming, and throwing match that is every parents nightmare. I half expect them to pull off their kid masks to see little demon minions under the faux rubber front; green and drooling with sharp teeth and long frito like fingernails... sent here from the mouth of hell to test my vigilance, patience, and love.
For the moment I have confined them to time out, across the room from each other. Now we are having the "Stop looking at me" argument. I have been out of bed all of 20 minutes and it has yet to stop, and I wonder when it might.
When, Lord, when will the endless drone of high pitched wails and moans come to a blissful end? When will the children cease the innumerable tirades and rants of anger and deceit towards each other? My daughter taunts him, he reacts. All of which pisses me off more... She should not egg him on- on the flip side- he should not react so that she will stop antagonizing him.
No wonder I need a shrink. Being an only child, I am ill prepared for this type of behavior, no matter how many times I am told it is normal.
The bald spots on my head from yanking out tufts of hair may start showing soon. Hopefully doctor head shrinker can give me some practical advice and maybe some kind of resources to assist me in managing my own instabilities. Those which have at this point become a far back seat to the "Stop looking at me" fight that is still going on.