Woo-saaaaaaaa.......

Or at least that's what Tyler and I are chanting now, after yesterday's DEBACLE. So, where to start....we've moved, or scratch that more accurately, we're homeless in San Antonio....... fun.

Basically, to make a VERY LONG story short. Somewhere in between when we decided on our apartment and yesterday they fired the leasing agent we were working with and failed to pick up the pieces..... pieces being us. We get there and the apartment was not ready, our furniture package hadn't been ordered, our place hadn't been cleaned and the earliest we could move in was Thursday.  Not only was all this wrong, but there customer service was the WORST I've ever seen. They acted as if this was our fault. Wow..... most of you know my husband, so when I say the vein was bulging in his forehead you get me---- he was ticked.....

As much as this sucked we were in between a rock and a hard place. We needed a place to stay, the location was perfect (right next tot he hospital etc.) so we tried to forge on.... Well, then we sat down to go over the contract--keep in mind we had already signed a contract that they were now declaring was void).  So as we're going over the new contract all the terms that we "thought" we had worked out with the previous agent were now up for negotiation again... and without going into detail ( I could write a whole page on this) we couldn't come to terms.

Tyler was so ticked that we literally got up and left. Done. finished. So basically we waited 4 hours yesterday in an apartment complex that was completely rude, unprofessional, and just plain awful. It sucked (to put it bluntly).

So now, this preggo, the dog, and all our stuff (our cars are stuffed) are hanging out at the Residence Inn and my poor hubby is desperately trying to find us a place to live so we don't have to turn around and start this process ALL OVER AGAIN.......

Ok.... blood pressure rising..... WOOOOO-SAAAAAAAAAA.....................