Sisters! I'm alive. Work tough this week night time meetings. Budget cuts AGAIN and I have literally, and I mean literally, been in meetings for 3 days straight back to back from 8am to 5pm. I'm pooped, but here.
To top it off, hubbies youngest had been struggling (is failing) 4th grade and his mom is a major part of the problem.
Lots to deal with. If I survive my scheduled 3hour budget reduction meeting with the City Manager tomorrow, I will be back here with a glass of wine to catch up.
I'm not dead yet.