Just what I fucking need!

The angry knock was back this morning. It was the friendly neighborhood sheriff delivering the papers from the Department for Health & Social Services. It seems the latest in the never ending saga of my divorce is that the powers that be are trying to suspend my drivers license for being behind on child support. Yep, that should fix the problem.

On a lighter note,

I have been in communication with Max & Hope's teachers and I'm trying to spend a full school day with each of them. Then if I can spend the afternoons and early evening with them on those days it might actually feel like we are getting to see each other.

I try and not let this stuff dissipate my resolve. . . but it chips away at my psyche in chunks.