Merry Fucking Christmas, AKA not feeling it this year.

So I know Christmas is coming. and mentally I have been in a better place than I have been in almost a year. I have started bringing the kids to church again. God and I are on speaking terms again, although the distance is still there for sure. We are in the home stretch for the house, or so it would seem. We've been told all along they are HOPING to get us back in by Christmas. The key word there of course is HOPING. Now that's its coming closer, there are delays being thrown in front of us one after the other, layered with too many excuses. The construction company is waiting for this and waiting for that and needs this, and when we point these things out, we get "well we're working on that..." which tells me there is something we're not being told. Here's our progress so far, my bathroom is almost done! BUT...we have no outlets or toilets or appliances or flooring and mom has no bathroom. Calls to the restoration company are not returned about getting a firm date. I just want to know which house I'm supposed to decorate, or if I should even bother at all this year!I just want to know which house to plan for. And yet with the path I seem to be on recently that seems to be too much to ask for. I hate that we are so close and yet there is no end in sight. I need to move past this so badly, and yet every time I think its getting close another blockade is thrown in my way. I do believe nothing happens by accident in this world and nothing is coincidental. I ask myself again and again what exactly this is supposed to teach me. What am I supposed to be taking from this whole experience? The only thing I've taken so far is that the system sucks and the homeowners have very little control over any part of it besides the colors. With all of the this, and the other nonsense being thrown into my path in addition to the house issues, it seems like no matter what I do I can't win. I know of course that's not true, but I cant help but feel that way sometimes. I've been accused of being a Debbie Downer recently, and I can see where that name would fit. I keep telling myself this too shall pass. I thank God every day for my kids, because I do truly believe they are the only thing that gets me out of bed some days. and as long as I have that, I know I'll be OK, because I simply have no other choice.