...that pretty much sums it up.

I am currently preparing my case for court on Wednesday.  I will be representing myself against my ex husband in regard to a petition he filed to modify visitation with the boys.  Without getting into the ugly details of it all, I will go on to say that I am an absolute basketcase.  I have not slept in three nights (and I still have two more to go), and I am getting an Internet crash course on divorce and custody law and the trial process in general that I never intended to take.   I am not saying that all attorneys deserve the fees that they charge; however, it is a lot of work.  I am also learning that there are some things that people in this situation really need to learn up on; its best to arm yourself with as much information about the law as you can even if you are paying for a top notch attorney. 

 

If I manage to get through this alive (he has an attorney and I expect she will try to eat me alive) I can honestly say I never want to do it on my own again.  I would not be, however, opposed to going to law school to be a lawyer (if I weren't already so old and broke) and doing this for a living.  Of course I say this BEFORE the verdict is in....I might change my mind after I lose miserably in court.

 

Wish me luck, pray for me, burn incense, chant, do voo-doo....what ever it is that you do to send good vibes....put it out there for me; I think I am going to need all the help I can get.

 

 

A couple of weekends back, we took Abby to a charity event for our local Children's Hospital.  It was at a local stable/ranch that is owned by the sister of a very dear friend of mine; unfortunately the boys were away for the weekend, but we might look into the trail rides.  (Thanks KM for the heads up on this one!)  When we got there Abby was of course more interested in the barn cat (nevermind that there are six cats at our house) and later spent twenty minutes "discussing" the chickadee that was hanging out in the barn rafters.  Ultimately, she was able to get up close and personal with a horse....

 

 

She really seemed to enjoy it; and of course I had to tease her about not getting "peed and pooped" on if she walked under it; so she thought that was pretty funny.  She held onto the reins, rather than the saddle horn...I was just glad she didn't try to stand up in seat.  She is known to be quite the dare-devil. 

 

 

Hopefully she doesn't ask for one for Christmas...    (Thanks Mrs. Harkness for the photos!)

 

Hope you all have a great day!