Going to court tomorrow regarding the "no contact" order. Have to be there at 8:30. The victim advocate is meeting me there and 2 of my friends are going, too. It's going to be a very long day. I dread it. When I went for a friend one time, I remember sitting there, listening to everyone and asking God to never let me and Clint wind up in there. It was depressing.

I'm not angry with him. I just want all this to be over. I want stability and consistency and predictability in my life again. I CRAVE a SOLID home base. Oy!

On a lighter note, here is proof positive why Momma shouldn't try to multi task when she's got "serious grown-up stuff" on her mind. I was laboring over some things and looked over and busted out laughing when I saw this poor little guy, just happily playing, both legs in the same leg hole, pants hiked up to his arm pits. I had just gotten done changing his diaper while I was doing something else at the same time. Pray for my poor kids! lol