I must admit, it’s hard not to feel forgotten. It’s hard not to feel like prayers weren’t answered and that we will live in misery and confusion for the rest of our lives.
This isn’t what I wanted.
I talked to Conner about it this AM, which pretty well broke my heart. We are hoping to rent in one of the two middle schools we’d like him to go to, and then be able to buy something in that area. He’s nervous, and doesn’t like the thought of moving twice and while I can take the trials I’m given for myself, the thought of him suffering was what put me over the edge this morning.
That and the fact that I slept like 5 hours after geting home at midnight from work and them calling me at 6 am. Oh joy.
I’d love it if people have ideas of what to ask people when you’re renting. It’s been a while since we played that game… and we’re hoping to go month to month which no landlord loves, but it’s our need and frankly, we’re pretty amazing tenants. 🙂
Thoughts? Suggestions? Hugs? I will admit when I think about all this year has brought to our family I do feel a little lost. I hope someone/something saves me soon. 🙂