Hello, rent is finally paid up (along with court costs) food in the house, life is good. Yeah, I mean that and though today is technically the 26th of November (regardless of what Blogger says, I can't fix my stamp) this is for the day previous. The 25th to be exact. I started the morning with my mom waking me up at 8:30, the baby also got up and I had to take a shower, put on some clean clothes, shaved, etc.
We got the baby dressed and I drove us to McDonald's for breakfast. She bought the breakfast burritos (they were gross, but I managed to hork mine down) and the baby eggs. I bought the hot mochas for mom and I. Then we drove to Wal-Mart. My cupboards were bare, and though I had money for groceries that was earmarked for Meijer, she insisted on Wal-Mart.
Guess what, she helped me with the tab which was an extreme blessing, yet more were to come. Before we even ventured into the store, i had unknowing parked next to a handyman, a brother handyman, who had been doing this for 40 years! He gave me advice about trying to start a business, since the job market in Michigan is in the toilet.
Rather than give me advice about being a handyman, he suggested I go for a mechanical license. More on that later. We went in and looked at toys for the boys, bought groceries (mom, we thank you and God bless you). Even at this point, I was physically ill from the stress of this week and last. However, the Lord was not done and neither was the family.
We got home and put the groceries away. Our freezer, refrigerator and cupboards are full without a single trip to the food bank (been there done that, God bless them too). Mom helped me put a roast together, cleaned up the kitchen, fed the baby and put him to bed.
Last week, I applied at the DHS for some help with the rent, as we were nearly $1800 in the hole and if not paid by the end of this week, would have meant that our stuff was out on the lawn Monday. Add to that another $250 on court costs, this was an insurmountable mountain. Today, we got a letter from the DHS stating there was no help for us. I don't blame them and was disappointed, but knew something would have to come together by Friday. I'm a realist, but not a pessimist.
Although mom and dad and Sarah helped, and we scraped it together, we were still only two thirds of the way there. My mom called and told me grandma and aunt Peggy were going to help us out. I went over there, tearful, mortified and thankful. After a conversation that lifted me out of the stress and probably improved me physically significantly, I went to Meijer to get the money orders made out. Another trip home to fill them out, plus and the envelope and then to the rental office. Whew!
Thanks, everyone. Grandma, Mom, Dad, Sarah, Ramiro, and most of all, Jesus Christ. I also want to thank my brother handyman in the Wal-Mart parking lot with the white Chevy van, the cashier and even those nice people at Wal-mart and Mickey D's. God bless all of you on this day the Lord has made.