We are moving.
which is the WORST kind of moving ever,
(you know, because we have 11 people’s worth of crap to move)
Our “landlords” screwed us.
We have been in this rent-to-own hell for YEARS with them and they have taken advantage of us at every single moment they possibly could.
And now, after months of us trying to negotiate with them to either fix the chimney (that is literally falling apart) or allow us to fix it and take the amount we pay off of the principle, they have decided they would prefer to be total a-holes and leave us in a home with NO heat and winter quickly approaching.
Leaving us NO choice but to move.
And I just want to puke when I think about it.
Because finding another home big enough, affordable enough, and available quickly for our size family at such short notice is daunting at best and f’ing hell at worst.
So, where are we going to escape this freezing hell? (and yes, I realize the irony in this last sentence…)
To my parent’s home.
And praying we don’t kill one another as we CRAM 19 people under one roof.
God help us.
We will need it.
And, so we’re packing.
boxes and boxes and boxes and boxes and boxes and oh.my.God, boxes.
And in my “spare” time, I’m escaping so I can go cry in a corner because…
holy crap, this sucks.
with 9 kids.
Talk about an evil, twisted joke.
I know we’ll be ok,
we always are.
God always seems to send the perfect answer in His time, which happens to be at just the moment we need it.
I just wish like hell it didn’t have to suck so bad until we get there.