A Work at Home Mom’s Blog

As you’ve probably gathered from some of my previous posts, Hubby and I have been having some financial troubles lately due to his ill health. We’re very broke right now, but we were beginning to see a light at the end of the tunnel. Our tax refund should be deposited next week, and he just started back to work for the first time since his surgery. My work has also picked up, so we were beginning to breathe a sigh of relief. Until this morning.

Hubby called to tell the landlady that we would be a little late with the rent. We have only been late once in the 3 years we’ve lived here, and that was only a couple of days late around Christmas, simply because we forgot about it. The landlord came up to see Hubby a few days after his surgery, and he told him to just let them know if we needed some extra time to pay it. It was due yesterday, and he called her this morning to tell her that we would pay it at the end of next week.

She said okay, but that she was going to have to ask us to move our mobile home. She said her son wanted to move in up here, and that we had until April to get out. Lovely.

Here’s the kicker: Hubby called the son’s son and asked him when his dad was moving in up here. He had no idea what he was talking about! I knew it sounded kind of fishy, because he has told us on several occasions that he would never move this close to his parents again. So in other words, she is a big fat liar.

I don’t know what the real deal is. We’re thinking maybe she wants to move their other daughter that we don’t get along with (who is really their granddaughter, but that’s a whole other story) in up here. In a way I hope that is the case, because she would most assuredly make their lives a living hell.

If that’s not the case, I guess she just wants to kick us to the curb for her own entertainment. She is the type who gets off on stuff like that, and I’m not just saying that because I’m mad.

Anyway, this is how it usually goes. Just when we think we’re going to get back on our feet and get ahead in life, something like this happens. We’ll be lucky if we can come up with the money to move the mobile home. What we’ll probably have to do is sell it and rent a house again, and I had really hoped that part of our lives was over. Renting a lot was bad, but at least we weren’t paying so much each month, and we didn’t have to haggle with landlords to get stuff in the house fixed. We could do it ourselves.

We had hoped to save up some money this summer and buy some land or a house. But now that is not going to happen. Lovely.