Boy I was a mom of four and prepping a number of years ago. was hard, and the kids thought I was nuts. But when things were tough, we ate.
I was a husband that prepped with a wife who said I was crazy. One day I found myself on the sidewalk with only my tools, truck and preps and a sixteen year old son to feed and educate. Thank G_D we had food and P.M. to start over in another state. Was it hard? Hell yes. Was it in the end good? Hell yes. Those things that do not kill us make us stronger. You go girl and never look back.