I made us move into this apartment because I was so nervous we wouldn’t find anything later in the summer. I was so paranoid and I definitely wasn’t having faith that God would take care of us. So I made us come check out a duplex in a place Jefferson didn’t even want to look, and even though it’s bigger and we got excited about it briefly, it’s a disaster.
We dumped so much money into moving in here. There’s nothing that can be done about it now. But our landlady is refusing to “believe” that we have septic issues, so we can’t use the toilets without them backing up, or shower without the toilets refusing to flush afterwards and needing to be plunged, and we sure as heck can’t risk doing laundry with the high volume of water it would push through the drain system! I’m not even kidding, if this isn’t resolved soon I’m going to take further rash action and convince Jefferson we need to file a civil suit. Only I don’t know if that would just enable us to stay here with a clearly shitty landlady, or if that would let us loose to keep looking for another abode… right after we just finished (almost finished) moving in here. I can’t take the stress.
On top of these things, the electrical sockets in the kitchen randomly decide when they want to work or not work, and there is mold in both toilet tanks, which can be removed, but it’s a fairly arduous process, and my allergies just from spending less than a week in this house are already turning into a head cold – my sinuses can’t take this crap again. Last time I had a bad bout of allergies it turned into an ear infection needing antibiotics… and my health insurance expires in 11 days, so neither a doctor visit nor antibiotics will be in the cards then. Not to mention that in about 3 days Mary will be back with Gabrielle and Antigone (who we are VERY excited to see!!! But, you get my drift, right?) And our next midwife appointment is a week from today – I’ll be 28 weeks which means that after that I’m going from one appointment per month (at home) to an appointment every other week because I’ll finally be third trimester.
And Jefferson can’t sleep at night since he started his new job almost 3 weeks ago since he’s beyond stressed. He’s so restless… he used to sleep like the dead and now when I wake up each hour of the night, he’s thrashing about and talking in his sleep and doing everything but resting. So having to deal with all this on top of that is a nightmare for him… all because I put us in this shitty situation.
I think I’m stressed…. what do you think?
Gals, please please please pray for us. We need it, a ton.