I am so not in the blogging groove lately.  To tell the truth I am stressed waaaaay the hell out.  So much so that I feel nauseous. Our plans for after hubby’s grad are undecided and we were working on it when we got a letter from our landlord that went something like this:

Dear Tenants,

We’re sick of you asking us to fix all the things that are wrong with your living quarters.  So we’ve started advertising your suite since your lease is up tomorrow in two and a half months.  Get the hell out.

The Landlord.  

Our lease is up at the end of April. But we were hoping to get at least one more month since hubby’s grad isn’t until mid-May. But the LL is having nothing to do with it. Which means we are SCEEE-REWED!  And the stuff we are trying to decide on is kind of life-altering and trying to decide if hubby will be happy with one possibility or if we need to be exploring other options but the other options require A WHOLE DAMN LOT OF EXPLORATION before they are anything that resembles a real possibility for us. And hubby has about 3 seconds of free time every day in which to do the research on jobs.

So it seems that we may come to the end of this twelve months in London and have no house, no job and no money.  Pretty much the worst case scenario. I am so f*cking frustrated and worried and I KNOW that it will all work out but that is not making me feel better at this moment.  I just want to cry or hide or slip into a coma until this mess goes away.

Some of you have said I am dealing with the unknown well. I believe I told you some days are better than others. Today is not a good day.   If you need me, I’ll be in the fetal position, rocking and breathing into a paper bag.