I did not intend to write a part 4. I thought I was finished with part 3. However, life has a way of doing what it wants.
At 7:30 on Wednesday evening, my daughter dropped me off at home and headed for the house she moved into with the last load. Because of her work schedule it has taken her the entire week, since Monday of last week, to move. So today we thought we were finished and as I walked in my house, I breathed a sigh of relief that we were all finished.
At 8:30 my daughter called me. She was crying so much that I couldn’t understand what she was saying. I told her to IM me. The IM said that she needed to find a new place to live because her room mates wanted her out by midnight. The rest was pretty much incoherent but I got into my car and my youngest got in her car and we went to go start bringing her things home.
When we arrived she filled us in on the problems. She was getting two different excuses from the room mates. One was that one of the room mates was allergic to cats. They knew my daughter had cats well over a month before she moved in and she had been there for a week with no complaint about a cat allergy then tonight it was so bad that they had to have her out by midnight, less than four hours away. The other story was that one of the room mates had mistakenly told my daughter that she had until November 2 to pay rent and deposit but the other room mate wanted money now and my daughter only had enough for the rent but not the deposit until November 2.
So we spent the next three hours moving things in four cars. All women. And me with a bad back. I basically drove while my daughters loaded and unloaded the cars.
Now my daughter is so upset at these so called friends that she is not sure how she will be able to deal with seeing them at work.
So she is with me tonight. The problem is that I rent too and our lease specifically says only two people in the house and they don’t want any cats but the one we have. It is very specific. So she can’t stay here. We have to find a place for her as soon as possible, preferably by the weekend.
I’m hoping she’ll find a place all on her own. I don’t think room mates are a good idea any more.
Wasted Days And Wasted Nights 
OIY as if you all have not been through enough! My best wishes and good thoughts are heading your way, hopefully your daughter will find the perfect place to live – sounds like maybe she should stick with her cat for a roommate!
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Yeah. As I said last night, that totally bites. And, I think you’re right about the real reason.
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Suckarooni. I hope everything works out OK.
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OMG, your poor daughter. I agree, living alone is less traumatic emotionally, though more expensive. Worth it, though, I think.
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She’s pretty much in shock.
The dummy agreed that she could have a few days to get her things out as long as she got the cats out that night. So we got everything out except the big stuff that we couldn’t carry and/or fit in the cars. The next day, the creep called her at work to ask when she was getting her stuff out and said if she didn’t come get it right away, he was putting it all outside. TVs, DVD player, all that good stuff. Jerk.
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Are you going to write a part 5? Without the roomies part? (That’s what I’m hoping).
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Without the roomies part? ‘Splain, please!
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Getting her a place to live (so that she’s not living in your place ’cause she can’t) on her own will be without roomies. But, it will still be part five. I’m not sure how you’ll entitle it.
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Possibly, BGG. I’m not sure. With NaNoWriMo starting up I’m not sure how much blogging time I will have. I guess you’ll have to stay tuned.
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Oh how terrible! Your poor girl! I do hope she finds a place soon. I’m sending positive thoughts her way.
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