Frustration

Just when all is settled, I have Brandon in school and doing well; I finally get hired on by the company I’ve been working at for the last seven months; the father-in-law’s wife arrived from the Philippines so James and I won’t have to continue supporting him; James’ remuster came through and as such he wasn’t going to be forced to do another tour in Afghanistan… all is looking bright and wondrous…

WHAM!

Someone has just yanked the rug out from under me, and life returns to upheaval once again. James’ remuster requires training. The training gets done in Kingston. We’ll all be moving there in late-December or possibly early-January.

This means…

Brandon will have to switch schools. The one he’s in is amazing. His teacher is a behaviour specialist; there is a speech therapist on staff and most of all he is doing fantastic there. Switching schools may not be the worst thing that could happen, but I seriously doubt there’s another public school ANYWHERE that could match what we’ll have to leave.

I will lose my job. It’s a good job. I like it. It pays well. The people there are incredible, both to work with and to associate with. I’m going to miss it here.

I have to go through everything that James and I own in the next two months to decide what we need, and what we want, and what needs to be gotten rid of. There is so much work, that I don’t even know where to start.

Oh yeah, and the big kicker…

I lose my house.
You see, I couldn’t get a mortgage on my own, so my brother helped me. I bought his house. But now, I have to move and because the house is in his name, the military sees it as I was renting. I put over 6000 dollars into that house renovating… That of course wasn’t all reno costs… only about 3000 – 3500 of it was directly renovation, another 500 or so went to paint and what not. But I still had to buy all the supplies to get the job done, pay for dinners for the people that helped me, etc etc. Now my brother wants to sell the house and keep everything for himself… Oh he’s generously offered to ‘help’ me by repaying 2800 dollars for the cost of the flooring… Of course he thinks that is less than fair to him, but since he’s ‘helping’ me, he figures that will be ok.

I could scream.

I’m completely held in the winds of fate.

I hate this out of control thing.

I don’t know what the wyrd has in store for me next, but damn I hope it’s good because this whole situation sucks!