Random Simming: Lemming 2: Crazy

I can't speak, so I head off to the kitchen... only to find Gavin sitting at the dining room table.

     Sighing, I take a portion of mac and cheese and sit down.
     I decide to play it cool. "Did you know that Monique is sleeping in your bed?"
     He doesn't buy my 'cool' act. "Whoa. Stop right there. I was laying there sleeping when all of a sudden she comes in complaining about the babies crying and gets in the bed without asking me if that was okay... like she didn't even care if it was or not. I couldn't stay in there, so I got up."
     "You didn't hear the twins crying?" I ask, changing the subject.
     "I did. I took care of them, and I was about to go and do it again until I saw you go in there."
     Everyone is taking care of my babies except their own mother. Is this how it always is while I'm at work?

I decide to go and get on Gavin's computer to work on some comedy routines while I wait for Monique to wake up. I want her to wake up and see me casually sitting here. I'd thought about exploding and accusing her of trying to cheat, but I then decided that this is better.
She wakes up, looks at me like nothing's amiss, and leaves the room to go take a shower.

After the sun comes up, I can't stand it anymore, and I confront her about my fears.
"Relax. I was just needing a break! I'd done everything I could for the both of them and made sure they were fed, clean, and changed. I couldn't take it anymore, so I left the room, but I didn't want to be too far away, so I decided to bunk up with Gavin since he's in the next room. Then he left, and I guess he has the magic touch because he got them to stop screaming, and I fell asleep."

"Okay?" she asks, and I hear Zoe laugh at something that J said at the bar in the kitchen.
"Okay," I reply like the biggest sap in the universe. Her explanation makes a little bit of sense... in a Monique kind of way. I only do relax when I remind myself that I can trust Gavin.

     J comes outside holding a drink and still laughing about something he said inside. He grins at me as he walks by.
     I keep talking to Monique. "Maybe you could go and get a job just to get out of the house for a while. We can hire a babysitter or send them to daycare."
     Monique's whole posture stiffens. "Do you see this painting behind me? I painted it to make a little money. I don't need to go 'get a job' like you say. They don't need to have a babysitter or go into daycare."
     "But you'd just said you'd had enough."
     "I'm not going out and getting a job when I can make just as much money with my paintings while staying at home!" she yells, startling me.

"Then I wish you'd at least called me and said that you were starting to lose it. I could've come home early. I thought for a few minutes there that you'd slept with Gavin."
She doesn't react like I'd expected. "Me? Start to lose it? I don't lose it. I'm perfectly fine. I never lose it. That's why I left the room... so I wouldn't lose it. No. I don't lose it." Then, she finally replies to what I thought she'd jump on first. "And I didn't sleep with Gavin. He didn't even stay in the room."

She starts making a strange noise in her throat like a tea kettle about to start whistling.

     "Sorry," I say automatically and wrap my arms around her, not even positive what I'm sorry about, but willing to do what it takes to keep her from boiling over.
     She relaxes. "You have nice arms. I've always liked your arms."
     "Thanks," I reply, again not knowing where what she said came from. I can sense J silently watching the two of us. Gavin, behind me, is sucked into his video game.

     Monique goes inside to get herself something to eat, and I go sit with J.
     "You realize she's crazy, don't you, Aloha?" he asks, using that annoying nickname he has for me.
     This isn't a new topic. "No, she's not."

His expression makes me think that he sees himself as the patronizing older brother type when I know I'm older than he is. "Dude, the other night, I saw her eating at the dinner table alone, and she was talking to the furniture, carrying on a one-sided conversation."