Well my birthday is coming up rather quickly it seems. Friday already. It feels as if I just had a birthday - it's not like I have had that many that I have lost count either.

I'm spending the night with my family, which is only the right thing to do. They have helped me through many things lately and I will be forever grateful.

Howie, on the other hand, says he is but he really isn't. It's a weird situation between him and I. He's twenty-four years old and now a father to his ex-girlfriends child. He certainly isn't taking his new title very well. I find him calling me in the middle of the night and asking me if he can come over to escape the madness at his house.

He's twenty-four. It's about time he grows up and realizes that child is now his responsibility. He can't buy his way out of the situation. He can't runaway. That child is depending on him to get through life, not a credit card.

I thought we already discussed the situation. I told him consistently that he needs time to sort his life out and he can't depend on me to help him with everything. I told him we need to take a break and that he should spend time with the new baby, instead of picking up girls at random bars.

He needs to wake up - in many respects. He needs to realize the situation and deal with it the best he can. He needs to wake up and go back home instead of sleeping beside me.

I can't say no to that face and those dimples, but I need to learn. Quickly.