Our landlady let me know today that the bank is not working with her to modify her mortgage any longer and she will have to let the house go to foreclosure. J took the news of moving very badly. He keeps saying, “I hate moving.” I don’t blame him. Since he was born, this is the 7th house we have rented or owned and that doesn’t include the extended stays with my parents between moves or the weeks spent in temporary living facilities on bases.
Little J can’t figure out the time line and when we left the neighbor’s house tonight, I told him we needed to go home and eat and go to bed and he said “What about going to our new house.” Well since we haven’t even been able to go to see any rentals yet, we don’t have a new house.
J is going to be a wreck come the 1st of the year, I may be too. New house, new teacher (his is moving in December), and Aunt M (my youngest sister in law) is coming to live with us in January. She will be a help but even good change is still change.