Today we received yet another interesting update on the house.
It may be ANOTHER 30 days. My blood is beginning to boil over here. Every time I look around my apartment and see boxes, every time I try to cook dinner and realize that the utensils I need are packed in a box, every time I stub my toes on the way to the bathroom, I get just a little bit closer to LOSING IT. I'm trying, I'm trying really hard, but this is getting ridiculous. I don't know whether I should unpack a few boxes and try to put stuff back where it belongs, or if I should just grin an bear it.
We are already 13 days PAST the day we were supposed to move, and now we may get pushed back another 30?
The kicker though, is this...we don't have another 30 days on the lease to our apartment. We will have to pay another 850 dollars to rent the apartment for the month of February.
This Country Mouse might go postal.
**Thank you all for putting up with my house rants, I need an outlet, and poor Matt is more angry than I am so I don't want to put any more on his shoulders.