I’m panicking a little. I signed a 30 day notice to evacuate 17 days ago. I have 15 days left before I need to be out. But really? I want to move on the 29th, seeing as how that’s a convenient day when all the big strong men I know aren’t working (if you’re husband is one of those men please let him know of the compliments and buttering up I’m doing.

THIRTEEN DAYS. 13. I don’t know where we’re moving to yet. You heard me correctly. For all I know we’ll be homeless in 13 days. Homeless on my birthday (you heard me- I’m planning on moving ON MY BIRTHDAY- what sort of horrible planning is that?)

Okay, maybe I’m being just a tad over dramatic. My mom lives about 10 minutes or less from here. Less if you’re driving the Mustang (dang that ticket and those Layton cops!) We could very easily put our stuff in storage and bum with her for a week or two until we found a place. But I don’t want to move more then I have to. I just did this 6 months ago. I don’t want to move everything into storage just to move it out of storage again in a week. I don’t think I have the strength.

I’ve been avoiding blogging for the very tone of this post. Whiny, self centered, melodramatic. Sigh. So when I’ve been on the computer (remember we’re down to one) I’ve been scouring Craigslist and KSL.com. (Not reading or commenting on blogs- sorry!) I’ve been refreshing almost constantly hoping that the perfect house will pop up. I’ve been sadly disappointed more than once.

Because what looks like the perfect house online smells so strongly of cat pee when you walk in that you have to cover your mouth and nose with your shirt. Or what appears to be in the perfect location has an apartment sized oven. I’m not talking about the piece of junk I’ve been using where you have to set it to either 300 or 400 to get it to heat to 350 (thank goodness for $2.50 oven thermometers at Walmart) but something that looks equally efficient- but is also roughly half the size.

Last month there were several perfect places- but they were snatched up before I could fill out the lease application. This month I’m prepared. I carry our credit reports, a pre-filled out application with all the information anyone could reasonably want down to my shoe size and blood type (9 1/2 and A+) and a check book for a deposit. But there’s not been a place worth jumping on. I’m hoping to find ‘that place’ soon.

While I’m whining? I’ve had allergies that have come with a severe sore throat and menacing sounding cough since Labor day weekend. The drainage is making my ears hurt. Between the trains, the people walking past my windows at all hours of the night, incessant coughing, airplanes from the base, my upstairs neighbors newborn and every water pipe in the four apartments around us going through the ceiling of my bedroom- oh- and a two year old who’s decided she needs to come into my room to sleep every single night I don’t think I’ve slept more than 2-3 hours at a time for the last month.

Also? Fruit flies are the devils curse. Seriously the worst bugs ever and I can’t get rid of them!

I’m ready to move.