Sheila here...

So I am sitting here in this water logged apartment waiting for our real estate guy Steven to call me and let me know my revised move in date. When he called yesterday to say that our floors won't be ready until Monday at the earliest, I was crushed. I am anxious to move from here! Your home should be a place of peace and rest. Instead, we are dealing with a flodded kitchen, mold growing on the walls, and the foulest odor imaginable. I feel like we are sitting inside a septic tank. Then to hear it will be at least one more day is very frustrating. I just got tired of waiting and called Steve and he said that his brother is on a conference call and as soon as he gets off, he'll call the wood floor people to give me a date. Grrrr! The cats are not going crazy, which is a plus, but I am. It seems like I will be packing forever, though I know that isn't the case. In fact, if it all can be finished today, I'd be in heaven. That way though I'd still be upset for being stuck here in this crappy apartment, at least all the responsibilities have been taken care of. Not having Nick here due to school is quite a stressor as well. Let me get back to packing.