Holding Pattern

Life seems to be in a holding pattern, right now, which I think is bad for me. I know I shouldn't invent problems, but I can't help but think that we are just waiting for the next round of Impending Doom. I don't think it would feel so ominous, except that we have several large, dark, lingering clouds over our heads.

One being the investigation into Clint's accident, which still has not been closed (or, more accurately, that we have not been notified has been closed). Since the accident is (rightly) being investigated as an accident, his name has not been released to anyone-including the family of the man Clint hit. We won't know whether or not Clint is being sued until the case has been closed and his name has been released into public record.

We are also trying to refinance our house. I know, great timing, especially when you have less-than-stellar credit (guilty). Unfortunately, our luck seems to work that way, and we don't have much of a choice. If we don't refi, we have to come up with a balloon payment by January-which means selling the house. We signed up for this crappy deal about a year ago, just in time for the mortgage meltdown and before anyone knew exactly how bad the credit crisis was going to get...Awesome.

And Clint is desperately looking for a new job. He has still got one, but the gaming call center is sucking the life out of us. I hate to see him miserable, and hate even more that he has to work a job that is bad for him and bad for our family. But it helps pay the bills. It's really stressful on us to have him working evenings. We hardly see each other, the only 'me' time I get is stuck in the house (I want to spend the weekends with my boys together!), and he only gets to see Max on the weekends, which is really hard on both of them.

We still have not received a bill from Clint's hospital stay, other than the ER docs...

All of this will resolve, one way or another, but the ambiguity of it all is slowly driving me mad.