“Slaying dragons, and you?” has been my easy answer.
And in a way, it’s sorta true. The longer answer is that there were some issues with my Little Man’s school and therapist’s office. After banging my head against the wall for over six weeks, getting more and more frustrated with trying to get answers, I finally reached my breaking point and said, “Fuck it, I’m over this shit.” Yes, I have a potty mouth.
The last time I posted here (May 19th), we were headed to Casper, WY for the summer. Well, that only lasted about a month before hubby was laid off thanks to the down turn in oil prices (yeah, yeah, spare me the ‘but gas is so much cheaper now!’ blah blah). He had a job less than 30 minutes later and moved back to Watford City, North Dakota (that’s another story – oy). We spent the rest of the summer in a lovely studio room in a mancamp about five miles outside of town. I was able to secure him a very nice (I was so jealous and HATED to leave it), brand new apartment in town two weeks before we had to head back to Arizona. Continue reading