51 days and counting

Remember how we were supposed to move this week?

Yeah, that’s not happening.

Know why?

Because THAT house has mold. MOLD!

I’m glad we aren’t moving into it, but, MAN, could anything else come up.

Jason and I figured out that it’s been 51 days in a hotel, 82 days since we’ve seen our stuff or slept in our own beds.

And my stomach is in knots. I’m getting so stressed out. I was handling it pretty well before, but now I’m just completely over it. I feel like I could burst into tears at any moment. I probably should, it would make me feel better.

But there is good news. We have 2 houses to choose from now. They are in different neighborhoods. One is in the same neighborhood as the mold house, the other one is across the freeway. So we are going to see what IT looks like on the outside and go from there. We can move in one this week, the other next week. So basically it comes down to which neighborhood we like better.

Maybe, one day, I’ll be able to sit on MY couch, cook in MY kitchen, sleep in MY bed. The kids can play with THEIR toys, sleep in THEIR beds, and play in THEIR yard. Jason will be able to ride HIS motorcycle, I’ll have MY car back, and we can relax in OUR house.

I’ll update everyone tomorrow, since by the time we get it figured out, all you east-coasters will be sleeping.

Maybe I’ll write a book, because seriously, how can this keep happening to us?!

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