My husband and I rarely fight these days but with fists cocked for weeks now, my time had arrived.

In the Walgreen's parking lot no less.

I stared into our bag of purchases, absolutely flabbergasted. Frantically I searched for the receipt, yelling unapolagetically,

Who spends $89 in Walgreens?!

It made no sense. A bag of candy and several packs of cigarettes. Really? Okay, so it was a carton of cigarettes but still.

In that moment I was done.

The $100 we'd just spent at the supermarket pushed my buttons, but now this?

Money is like a precious commodity when you have no income. When my husband resigned from his job in May we flipped our hourglass. Every penny to trickle out since has been like watching the opening credits of 'Days of Our Lives'.

Last Thursday was my final straw. My moment to unleash and create havoc. Because I needed to.

It didn't end pretty.

Sucking back the tears I retreated. I hid (in this home that's not mine) and turned to my phone for release. A feverish email my only recourse.

But half way through my hubby walks in. He shares some good news... and I mean "our life is about to change" kind of good news that I couldn't ignore. Still on vibrate I sniffed back the tears and smiled.

Hope had been restored.

Now, five days later, everything for the first time in three months is beginning to fall into place. The movie we came here to work on has been given new legs with a change of Executive Producer, and everyone under this roof (our extended family) have just been given permission to exhale.

We can now step away from the cliff edge.

It's time.

Time to start climbing the mountain ahead of us... neither direction is easy but climbing is sure gonna be a whole lot more fun than falling!