So remember how I told y’all Id be living with my in-laws for the next couple of WEEKS, and how that was over a month ago?
Yeah, we are still here.
So we had a house, we had plans. T had lost his job, but it turned out to be a blessing in disguise because he got this new amazing job that paid WAY better and the hours were unbelievable. It sounded to good to be true.
Which is what they say.
If it sounds to be good to be true, it probably is.
He didn’t get the job he had been promised.
They “went with someone else.” Whatever. Dust your shoulders off. He searched for WEEKS before finally landing a really good job. Not as good as the one he was promised, but still really good!
However, since he didn’t get the first job, we lost that house. We had to give it up, due to being unable to afford it. With no income and whatnot.
I wont say no income, because I did go to work and bring home some money. Just not near what we were used to.
So now he has a job, we are saving like crazy people. Also? We finally found the house. And not a moment to soon.
I am so very grateful that my in laws are letting us live here. But holy crazy batman, I am ready to move on with our lives.
It’s difficult most days to live here. Not because of things everyone else is doing, per say. I just hate that I have to constantly tell the boys to stop touching things because they could break them. When we are at home, they can touch pretty much whatever the hell they want to. We don’t have anything that’s breakable, so I don’t care.
Also? We are a family of four crowded in ONE bedroom. With no door.
It’s difficult to say the least.
It drives me crazy to look up and see that someone is peering into my room, or walking into my room, or just standing within 5 feet of my bed. I know, its not mine. It’s their house. But the lack of privacy, combined with being cooped up, is driving me a little crazy.
So crazy that I clench my hands into fists every time someone walks a little to close by, or peers in the door. Especially when my whack-a-doodle brother in law comes in high as a kite at 3 am and stands staring in the bathroom mirror. With the light on. That shines right into my bedroom. And wakes my kids up.
We wont even get in the fact that when I buy food, I go back the next day and SOMEONE has eaten everything in one of their munchy binges.
We are making it through. I promise, it’s not all terrible.
I know that.
I deserve it. It’s been 5 weeks and two days. Not that I’m counting or anything.
Disclaimer: I am VERY gracious that we have a place to stay while enduring all this shtuff with T’s job hunt and then our house hunt. Luckily we did find a house, and we will be out of here by the end of this month. Just bear with me, y’all. I’m trying to keep the smile on my face.