I hereby claim this moment for self pity

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Let me first say that I am grateful for whatever problems I have, because 90% of the people on earth are worse off than I am. I promise to keep a brave face in real life, but can I please feel sorry for myself for just one post?

We've been planning a move for some time now. It has been postponed several times for various reasons. No big deal, we've saved money because of it. Michael's boss has a terrific house that he's renting. 2500 sq feet, huge yard, pool, hot tub, swingset, grass, everything I could possibly want in a house for approximately what you Californians would pay for a one bedroom apartment. He's giving us an amazing deal and we don't even have to pay a deposit. So we finalize a date of April 15th to move in. Everything is in place. Or so we thought.

Last week we got a call from our current landlord asking if we could move out a few days before the fifteenth because the new tenants have to be out of their place by the fifteenth. So Michael asks his boss, who calls his Pastor (who is renting the new house right now). The pastor says that they just found out the house they are having built won't be ready for a few more weeks, but they should have an exact date by Monday (today).

So, apparently, Michael's boss didn't tell his Pastor that he had people already set to move in. The pastor was originally supposed to be out by the first, so Mr. Boss assumed everything would be fine.

Let me just say that Michael's boss is a super nice guy. Super nice. He feels terribly and offered to store our stuff and help in any way that he could during the two week interim. Ok, I can deal. It means that we'll probably have to stay in a suite hotel for a few weeks, but it's not the end of the world. Or so I thought.

Today Michael finds out that the pastors house should be done within six weeks. SIX FREAKING WEEKS!!! Meanwhile, we have to be out in eight days. Because Mr. Boss isn't charging us a deposit we don't have any money saved up to put a deposit on a new place. Besides that, this sort of deal on this great of a house is pretty rare, and we plan on renting it for the next five years.

Hmmmm, where does six weeks put us at. Oh, right, the end of May. Did I mention when my due date is? It's May 30. I'm having a freaking homebirth. I will not have it in a hotel room!

So we can tell Michael's boss that we have to be in by May 15th, then suffer for a month in a hotel room (and ask him to pay to board the dogs), or we can try to find a house to rent in one week and borrow the money for the deposit from Mr. Boss, but lose a stupendous house. I'm sure he would do either of those options, but neither of them sounds peachy.

It really sucks to be caught in the middle of this when we did nothing wrong. Ok, sorry this is so long, thanks for letting me whine about it. Feel free to add whatever you feel self-pitiful about. I promise to return to my regularly scheduled counting of my blessings.