Lately, Ethan has taken the phrase, “That’s not fair!” as his personal mantra when things aren’t going his way.
Well, life just isn’t fair, is it? I’m not tempted often to say it myself, but I’m giving myself permission tonight; That’s just not fair!
In a couple of weeks, Greg and I will be in court to “Compel” payment from a legal settlement with the Moving & Storage Company we used to move to Frisco in 2006. On Friday, April 18th, the matter is scheduled to go before a judge in McKinney regarding the company’s owners neglect to pay us after the first two monthly payments, which was last August, by the way.
We need your prayers and positive thoughts, once again, in this matter. $400 dollars a month is a BIG cut in our monthly income and without it we’ve had to rely on our savings account far too much to cover our monthly expenses. Add to that fees for our attorney and we’re quite frankly–worried! I want to continue to offer Ethan the therapies and activities which have led to his tremendous progress in the past year-and-a-half, while continuing to spend my days and evenings at home with him. Taking a job, part- or full-time, would be very taxing on my emotions and energy level at this point. When Ethan is in Kindergarten all day next fall–things will be different–but for now, me working just doesn’t seem like a good option for our little guy. Especially with summer just around the corner putting Ethan with me 3 more hours per weekday than at present.
So, while I really don’t want to be a whiner, I tend to agree with Ethan in this matter: That’s just not fair!
This company LOST our stuff and has yet to repay us for it. We need the money . . . they agreed to pay us . . . they’re not paying us. Again I say, That’s just not fair!
Thanks in advance for your prayers and positive vibes as our court date approaches.
Post Script: The company mentioned above is no longer in business, so don’t worry about them doing the same thing to you that they’ve done to us!
Post Post Script: This is not an April’s Fools Joke! Oh, how I wish it were . . .