Life feels a lot like the movie Groundhog's Day right now. I have an overuse injury to my right shoulder, which is the one that is responsible for the brunt of the support when I use crutches. So if you wondered if I won the lottery and I quickly forgot the last year not even pausing to share the joy with you--I'm sorry to say I did not. Instead, I was doing my best to avoid adding to the injury by typing more than necessary.
Not much has changed as we continue, day after day, to try to solve the problems that plague us. This is the worst part of our desperation: nothing changes. My husband still works hard to build his business. We both still search frantically to find a job that will pay a family wage. We teach the children, do the chores, and try to figure out what's next.
So far, we still answer the phone and very diligently return the forms and paperwork that will keep us in our house until March first. After that, I suppose the gentle-voiced gentleman who is our contact with the bank, might not be as kind and understanding. We hold onto the faintest sliver of hope that something good will happen soon. That somehow we'll get through this.
Even though this isn't anything close to our idea of how life was supposed to be, we do still count our blessings. A dear friend blessed us with dinner out last week. The kids were ecstatic. I think that they were as excited by this chance to eat out as they would be to go to a science museum. Other friends have encouraged us lately too, and I cannot express just how thankful we are.
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