We've survived the week intact.
There was a chance that my little one might leave last week. There was a court hearing, and often things go as quickly as the biological parents picking the child up from daycare and some caseworker ordering you to have their clothes and personal items ready by 5pm.
We survived the day of the hearing at least, and we're still together. It's both good news (to me) and bad news. This little one loves her mommy very much. There's a strong prayer battle being waged for her whole family. Regardless of what happens, I just hope my little one comes out on a winning side.
In other news, this jobless bum actually turned down a job. I can't remember the last time I went back and forth on a decision so much. Ultimately, sometime around midnight, I decided to go biblical and reminded God that casting lots was once considered a valid thing to do.
I flipped a coin.
It came up tails 4 times.
So I'm back to job hunting. And I'm ok with that.