Skipping a bunch to cry and wil and gnash my teeth.
This is gonna take a little history.
Back when I was pregnant, we looked around our aprtment and said "Wow, there's no room for a crib anywhere in here" and realized we'd have to move. I thought about all the stuff I had coming up (weddings with travel, the F2F) and decided the earliest we could possibly move was June. A friend of ours, who is friends with our landlord, recommended we let him know because he was thinking about expanding his holdings and whether he had continuin tenants or not would impact them. So we did. Then I lost the baby, and, quite frankly, nothing seemed very uimp9ortant for a while. Anyway. We got back from one of the planned wedding trips last Thursday evening to an e-mail from the landlord saying that since we were going to be out by June 1 and he was going to be on vacation on june 9, he wanted to start showing the house this week. Henry did what tidying he could to make the plavce presentable, but I kind of took the attitude of "Fuck him, he should have waited til we gave 30 days notice". So, anyway, there are still some major dust bunnies here and there, but no Lutherans or anything. The landlord is now saying that the place is uninhabitable and we're a threat to his investment and he's going to evist us unless we have the place ready to show by early next week. Which we could do, of course, if we didn't need that time to find a place to move to. Sigh. This totally sucks. It's making the muscles in my back all know up, which doesn't help anything.
Fuckity fuck fuck fuck.