It looks like the job my husband got two and a half weeks ago(the one he was supposed to start last Tuesday) fell through.
As in, no job for him. For now anyway. It turns out they are very slow right now due to the economy and weren't able to sell enough time(it' s at a tutoring center) for him to start working. The person in charge told him she was hopeful she could still sell enough for him to work the remainder of the summer but he couldn't start for a couple of weeks.
Uh.......yeah we kind of needed him to start now.
A few hours after that little bit of news we found out that the apartment we were planning on renting in the same complex we are in now was rented to someone else an hour before we went over there to sign the papers due to a "misunderstanding" (read: screw up) with the leasing office. Now we have to rent an upstairs apartment instead of a downstairs one, with half the storage space as the other one.
We need a lot of storage space to store all of the baby's furniture and
We were going to rent a storage space but we can't really afford to. The reason we are moving is to cut expenses and they are insanely expensive.
Also, we haven't lived in an upstairs apartment in 20 years. Before we had pets. I know it doesn't seem like a big deal but have I ever mentioned that I hate change?
I keep telling myself that everything will be o.k.
Everything happens for a reason.