"I shot the sheriff...."

The police came and picked up Renee yesterday. They were very cooperative. I know this has to be done, but there's no way I could be present when they came. The detective said she admitted to everything, and was scared, but very cooperative. Right now she's at the county prison. I thought maybe she'd call last night, but I would imagine she's very angry with me. Hopefully down the road she'll realize why we had to do what we did.
As long as we're pressing charges, the bank isn't going to hold us responsible for all that money. It will take a long time to get it back, but eventually we'll be able to recoup.
I'm taking a sick day today. I have to call Children and Youth, try to convince dipshit to let me have temporary custody, help said dipshit find a place to live, etc.
If we end up keeping the baby, I'm going to have to find out what kind of subsidies (?) there are are for childcare expenses, because there's no way I can afford it right now.
It's sad to say, but I slept better last night than I have in a while. I know that, at least for right now, everyone is safe. And that I won't wake up to find anything missing. That's awful, isn't it?

"Blown round by the wind, thrown down in a spin..."

Just checking in, really.
I've got nothing new to report.
At the risk of sounding melodramatic, my life continues on its downward spiral.
We're going to two open houses today.
Next week is the last week of football.
Oh, and my daughter stole my MAC card and sucked our checking and savings account dry. We filed a report with the police and are waiting for them to conclude their "investigation".

"Our house is a very, very, very fine house"

Well, it's come to that point. The company Keith works for is laying off 150 people this week. Thankfully Keith isn't one of them, but it does mean that all his overtime is being cut out. Which, in turn, means that he'll be bringing in a couple hundred dollars less each week....which in turn means that we can't afford this mortgage payment. I took a part-time job that I go to Monday-Friday after work, and we still can't swing it without the overtime. We had a real estate agent come out and do an appraisal on Monday. We're waiting to see what he comes up with. He suggested that we don't list our house until after the first of the year, since the holidays are the slowest time in the real estate market. It kind of makes me sad, but I can deal with it. The kids, I'm not so sure about.

On a different note, Braden got a part-time job at the new Sonic that opened. He loves it. And has so many plans for his money, you'd think he' was bringing in $50k a year! Everyday there's something different he plans to buy.

And, on yet another note, I saw a sign for gas yesterday for $2.99 a gallon. Hard to believe that $2.99 for gas can get me excited, but it does.

And, to go with this dreary post, I'll leave you with a picture of the most beautiful baby in the world. Even if I do say so myself.

"It's the great pumpkin, Charlie Brown"

I saw something like this in a magazine, and I thought I'd give it a try. I'm happy with how it came out.