So let’s see since my last worth-while post I have returned home, received some cash, spent said cash, received notice of intent to vacate from our tenants, had a near nervous breakdown, done the best to find something to distract myself, did the cheapest back-to-school shop ever, and pretty much wore myself right the hell out. So much for all that relaxation on vacation

I realized also that I am kinda a bitch. And not in a good way. Something I will have to work on, I think. The tenants moving has hit us at the worst time ever. And really we wanted it to happen, but didn’t. We got tired of the bitching and late rent payments. But at the same time, at least it was money coming in. So they give us their notice and I am kinda glad and kinda not. I wonder why they are moving, is it for the reasons we want it to be (cuz we out and out refused to give in to some of their ridiculous demands. Or because they are moving on to something better. This is where the bitch in me comes out. I don’t want them to be moving to better. I want them to be moving to worse. Because honestly you don’t get to screw me over for four years and then do better. Then we find out that Mr Tenant has lost his job. Pretty sure this happened after they gave notice, but they may have known it was coming. This could also be a reason for the move. But it is also something we could have worked with them on.

So now we will most likely go a month without rent… at least one probably more. We noticed a lot of for rent signs on the street yesterday. The one across the street has been up since before school got out for the summer. But that could be because they aren’t advertising.. maybe. ugh!

So tomorrow is the first day of school. More reason to freak out. I found out that the school nurse is one of the gossipy women from PTA. Course that doesn’t mean that she is a bad nurse, just hope her socializing doesn’t interfere with doing her job. SILW/MS likes to hang out and chat with her and you know what that is like…

OK enough with all that, before the nervous breakdown descends. Nah not going to happen. I won’t allow myself the satisfaction of a nervous breakdown. I am not nearly that nice to me

 

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