2 weeks after "What a Week"

I unloaded a few big issues on a blog a couple weeks back that need a follow-up.  First, the new pump for my well is working just fine, although the changeover managed to clog my clothes washer cold water inlet, and the $2000 bill is still outstanding.  Second, my big audits at work are now behind me, and we (I) passed with flying colors!  Whew and yea.  (And, incidentally, I just heard from the IRS that they're accepting my original filing after auditing me for adoption expenses 3 years ago!)  Thirdly, I still have a job, although my company is still out of money.  We're waiting to hear back from a VC firm who's evaluating us (I've been referring to our point of contact as Obi-Wan), and the general consensus is that if they don't decide to take controlling interest in a couple weeks, AovaTech will cease to exist.  I sure hope to get a September paycheck.  I've been rather sad at the prospect of moving (even assuming I would be offered this other job with the consulting firm near Louisville), but mostly have been blocking it out from my thinking.

The big stressor of that week, though, was Elias' daycare situation.  I decided to go with Lighthouse Christian School and am SO happy with them!  The first day I was so worried and set up shop outside the school, working on my laptop in case they needed me.  After 10 min of shyness, though, Elias set out to impress his new teacher by writing his name on the chalkboard and spelling words for her.  When the class all left to go to the park, Elias just said "bye, Mom" and marched off with them!  Sitting there watching him go I had such a sense of peace and thankfulness that God is obviously watching over us.  I ended up packing up and going in to work, confident he was in good hands.  That night, unbidden, he prayed for his new teacher.  That whole week I heard amazing, good reports.  He even brought home an art project the second day--and it's been many months since he's done that.  He'd at times threatened to be obstinate or negative or throw things or talk rudely, but the two teachers there are incredibly skilled and said they diverted him back on track very easily.  I saw an immediate change at home, too:  we're both so much more relaxed and happy. He's more willing to talk about his day now, and when he does it's about the great things that happened, not a recital of the things he did wrong.  Praise God! Not to say that everything's perfect--on Friday he adamantly refused to walk to the bus stop to go to the water park, although beforehand was excited about the prospect.  (It took about 15 minutes to get him out of the parking lot, after which I left and spied on them from the car.)  Yet, it's a dramatic improvement.  With my work situation, it's an added blessing that this new, wonderful, Christian school is only about 1/2 the cost of his previous daycare.  Thank you all who've been praying for this situation; they've indeed been answered in abundance.