Take me to the coast, I need a break.

If you would have told me a year ago that Dillon and I were going to begin the hardest year of our marriage, I would have laughed at you. I would have thought that our first year was the hardest. Or the year we had Opal and spent 10 months living on opposite ends of the country. But no, I wouldn't have thought that this past year would be the hardest. Man, oh man, was it the hardest.... and it is still going!

We decided that Dillon attending school would be the best decision, and it still is. But with the way companies hire and distribute hours to employees, you just don't seem to get more than 20 hours ANYWHERE. Dillon has juggled working 2 different jobs at all times, but its just getting so hard. He is never home and never gets to relax. I got 2 jobs, but Oliver will not take anything but breastmilk, and even if I pump, he won't drink it that way. It has been horrible for us with me being home, child care is ridiculous even when I did work, and it seemed like I wasn't bringing home very much after all of those expenses.