Being Prepared

Well, Mr. R's sister moved out. Her new boyfriend is paying for her new apartment. (Yes, I know she's married. I won't get into it...but le sigh.)
Her estranged husband, Jay, since he can't find Sissy (we are hiding her for now, I'm sure you can imagine why) has apparently decided to make me his target. Sissy made the error of telling him that "when you were at their house, Sarah got up to load the gun." Great. Thanks. So he told Mr. R, "Next time I come up there, she better be prepared to shoot." And yes, I do take that as a threat, and yes, I am ready. I finally practiced opening the case, but the gun is loaded inside the case and is in an area where I can reach it. I am terrified, but I'm also VERY VERY ANGRY that this man (and seriously, that is using the term lightly, as a real man would not try to hurt a woman) would even consider taking his frustrations out on me. So if he comes by, I will call the police, but if I have to shoot him to protect me and the kids...so be it. It's all on him.

In other news, school is done for the summer. As of August, I will have two middle schoolers and a high schooler. Bucket starts sixth grade, and Missy starts ninth grade. You know I'll be crying when that day comes.

In the meantime, I'll be posting pictures of Bucket's graduation ceremony from fifth grade shortly. I cried so hard that I'm not in any of the pictures, because I looked like a snot sucking walrus. And that is putting it kindly.