Dear Diary...

Dear Diary, Here goes nothing. I'm a wife(13 years together and love him more now than I did then). I'm a mom. I'm a step-mom. I live in a #farmhouse built in 1892. Our life has been absolute, complete chaos for the past few months... actually, for the past few years, but I'm not going there yet. I'm ready to write about whats current. I'm going to go into more detail in each post; but I wanted to make Cliffnotes for myself so I don't forget anything. -Having the pipe that supplies the only potable water source to our house cut up and thrown in a pile on the side of the road. -Not having potable water in our home for almost a year now. We have 3 kids that live with us; 4 kids in total. The two youngest are 3 and 7. An asshole neighbor decided we shouldn't have water at our house anymore; his pot plants were more important than our 30+ animals, our 3 kids, us and our property. - Drilling a well to try and solve the problem in the mean ti...