I've always felt God wouldn't put me through anything he didn't know I was strong enough to handle.
As you know, I'm moving to Greeley, CO. I have a duplex and all that is settled. There's a lot more to moving from one state to another than I imagined. I've made a list of things I need to do and when. Small things like internet, cable, utilities, etc ... to bigger things like Keiana's school.
Keiana will start school August 16th, so I'm hoping to be out there before then.
The hang up is Rebecca's mother refuses to allow me more than a month of having Rebecca during the summer. She says she needs her there for little league and swimming, both of which I don't feel are more important than spending time with her father. I've asked for the last two weeks of June and all of July and that's still too much according to her. So, now I can't leave until our court date, August 19th.
I'm trying to move all my stuff out there this weekend. Set up a moving truck, bought plane ticket back home, found a place to stay for a week or two while I wait for the court to be done. I'm hoping they reschedule so I don't have to see Keiana miss a few days of school.
I'm also still working 45 plus hours a week while trying to make these plans and working on a project with people who my program is going to make their positions with the company, less required. It's the direction the company is going, they know it already. But I feel bad for them.
I picked up a new vehicle last Thursday, but a few things stopped working so now its at the dealer again to get repaired. So, I kind of feel stuck at work.
All that stuff, it comes with the territory. I get that.
The part that has me near the edge of "can i handle this" was brought to my attention during lunch. I was at Pizza Hut with a co-worker when I got a text saying Grandma was being put in hospice and they were going to 'let her go'.