Our life

I have said recently as I try to save money, but seem to have less time to post, that I am going to post more about what its LIKE to live in 800 sf and how this stresses me/how we survive.

This post is along those lines.

We decided to try to rent a townhouse because of our expanding family. We had been looking for a place that fit out budget, we liked, was close enough for my husband to still see our children, and close to our son's new preschool in the fall. Finding this combo was a challenge. But we did it! We found the perfect TH. It was at the top of our budget, but great neighborhood, clean, safe, near friends and family. I knew from the getgo it was too good to be true and that we wouldnt get it. But i never envisioned the WHY.

We visited on Saturday, and submitted our application (including all personal information) as well as a deposit on Monday. The application clearly states whoever signs the lease first gets the place. Fair enough. I was reasonably sure that we were in good shape considering how switftly we moved. Emails from the owner were pleasant and while not overly encouraging, surely not discouraging either. Our credit is stellar so the only way we would not get this place is if someone signed first.

We found out last night that someone had been approved and had lease in hand since last Wednesday, three days BEFORE we even saw the place and five days before we gave our application! I was livid. I burst into tears. I cant believe that he would have an open house AND accept applications knowing someone else had already been approved and had lease in hand. I understand he wanted to cover his ass, but seriously!!

This took a lot of energy out of me. It would have been a quick and stressful move but it would have been worth it. Now we are back to square one. I am scared to death on how we are going to fit FOUR people in 800 sf, especially when the smallest one comes with the most stuff. I hate that my husbands life is essentially going to be groundhog day for the next six months of coming home from work, playing with our son, cleaning up all the toys, eat dinner, go to bed. Repeat.

I will have to go back to work full time or part time more consistently and I hate this. I hate that no banks will even talk to us about refinancing despite steallar credit. Basically I hate our situation and the fact there is NOTHING we can do to change it.

Yes we are blessed and I do count our blessings. We have our health, our love and our children and thats all that matters, but this challenge of 800 sf is going to be the death of me I am sure.

Ugh.