Well it's been an interesting couple of days.
We were supposed to have heard back from our landlord Tuesday on how his "discussion" with the Trolls went. By 8pm we still hadn't heard from him and suddenly music started blaring from the basement. We have NEVER complained about noise. We have made a point to be extremely tolerant as we know our household is not always quiet with two little guys running around (mind you, we limit this potential noisiness to a couple hours a day between arriving home from work and bedtime at 8pm). Anyway, the music started and then we could hear they had a group of people over. It was clear that there was drinking involved. As the evening progressed, it got louder and louder. Thankfully the boys are sound sleepers. I have NO idea how they stayed asleep.
After gritting my teeth for several hours, I went to bed with earplugs in at 11:30. Super Husband stayed up. At 1:30am they all piled into their bathroom (directly under our bed) and started smoking. Aside from the smoke that wafted up we knew this because they had a LOUD discussion about smoking and how they "didn't fucking care" about the fire hazard or health issues. The music finally subsided after 2am.
Super Husband was beyond furious. He announced the next morning that he was calling the landlord directly and to start searching for a new place to live.
So on my scheduled day off I searched for rentals and made an appointment to see a house at 6pm.
Super husband called me to report at lunch that he spoke with the landlord and that he had apparently spoken to them the day before. Super Husband gave him the update on the party/actions from the night before and he indicated that he was going to tell them to leave.
Well it's about time.
Because we are not ones to go with out a backup plan, we kept the appointment to see the new place.
I really wish we hadn't.
The damn thing was AWESOME. It would be perfect for us. I will not torture myself to recount all the details but it really was a great house. In fact, we loved it so much we were ready to tell our current landlord to refund our deposit and December's rent and we would be out by January 1st.
Would you believe that when Super Husband called landlord to give the update he was actually pulling into our driveway to evict the Trolls?
We were stuck in an impossible position. We were FINALLY getting what we wanted after months of complaining and begging for help at the exact time we found the perfect solution.
So there we were. Stuck between a rock and a hard place.
In the two minutes we had to call the shots we told landlord to proceed with the eviction. We felt that we owed him to stay and commit to seeing our lease through if he was finally kicking the Trolls to the curb.
So the Trolls have apparently agreed to vacate as soon as they find a place. They have been instructed to look as soon as Christmas is over and be out ASAP.
The whole thing is bittersweet. I'm THRILLED to have an end in sight (though I will believe it when I see them leave) but at the same time I am really sad about losing out on the new place.
Jeesh...am I EVER happy? (I can hear Super Husband saying this even if it is just inside his own head). In reality...he's secretly bummed too.
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