So I quit my job, my good, state, government job. Thus began my indentured servitude at the barn. I got up, got the kids to school, went to the barn, fed everything, saddled what needed to be saddled and then went back to the house to pick up Tucker. He was either ready to go or sitting at the computer playing internet poker, chain smoking and scratching his balls. If I rushed him, he told me he was in no hurry and that meant, obviously, I shouldn’t be either. I lasted about 2 weeks before I wanted to run away again. Once we did leave, we’d go to the barn and work cattle for hours and then ride what needed riding. Come home exhausted in time for the kids to get home. Feed everyone a snack and head back to the barn for more. It really wasn’t much better than when I was working except I got all his work done for him in the mornings.
Tuckerette was blowing her paycheck on God knows what and we were still paying her truck notes and insurance every month. I was at the bank every morning begging the bank officer to cover checks and making deposits etc. etc. The whole bank account thing was getting more and more out of control. The checks were either being paid and then we were paying the overdraft fees or they were going back and we were paying the overdraft fees. I sat down and figured up the all those fees in a six month period on both accounts when I got my hands on electronic statements and it was thousands of dollars. THOUSANDS. In overdraft fees.