Still Here

I realized it's been a couple of weeks since I've last been in here and even longer since I've updated on the Troll situation.

Mostly, I'm afraid, because there's no (good) updates to give.  Boooo!

Mr. Landlord called me about a week and a half ago to give the latest update.  He tried to call The Trolls but they were screening his calls.  So, being crafty, he decided to drive to the area and call from someone else's phone.  Bingo.  Troll answered on the first try.  So Mr. Landlord asked if he could "stop by" and Troll responded with "I'm heading out in 20 minutes" thinking that it would take Mr. Landlord longer than that.  Surprise!  He was just around the corner :)

So he paid them a visit and managed to collect some rent money from them.  He also demanded some payment for the gas bills that are in OUR name that we have paid in full every month and have not received reimbursement for (they owe 40% of the bill each month).  They haven't paid in MONTHS and now owe us > $300 in back payments.  Sigh.  The Troll coughed up $100 and claimed that the rest would be paid Easter weekend.  Well guess what?  That was 1.5 weeks ago and still NO MONEY has come our way.  I sent a not so happy email to Mr. Landlord this morning indicating that I want him to take over the Gas Bills and I'm tired of footing the bill for the squatters.  We will see how that goes over.....

On the positive side Mr. Landlord reported back that when he showed up at The Trolls they had a pile of boxes there and looked ready to pack up.  That's an exciting development in the saga.  He also promised (ya, right) to be out by the end of April.

I'll believe it when I see it.

More Troll Adventures

Before falling asleep last night, I was laying in bed and it occured to me that I haven't posted an update in awhile.  My last thoughts before falling asleep were that I would need to think of something to say that wouldn't be too boring.

Well wouldn't you know it.  Be careful what you wish for....I was awaken at 2:45am to frantic pounding on the door.  Not OUR door, but rather the door to The Trolls' apartment downstairs which is at the back of the house along with our bedroom and Little Man's Bedroom.  So I woke up and listened to the thumping for a bit and figured it must be Mr. Troll coming home from his night shift and found himself locked out.  Seems like a logical explanation.  Except it.didn't.stop.  After listining to the incessant pounding for 20 minutes or so it suddenly got even more frantic.  As in no longer knocking but full on kicking.  It was at this point that Super Husband was finally roused.  He jumped up and started to investigate.  Exhausted, I put my ear  plugs back in (yes, I loooooove my ear plugs) and settled in to try to go back to sleep.

Within 10 minutes of my feeble sleep attempt, Super Husband was in my face trying to tell me something.  After ripping out my ear plugs I realized what he was saying:  The police are here.

What the fuck?

So now I'm shaking with I don't know what.  Fear?  Anger?  Combination of both?

We peer out the window to see our house is surrounded.  Two cop cars at the side of the house (where the Troll's live) and one blocking our driveway at the front.  Cops were everywhere.  Super Husband told me that he was watching before they arrived and  it looked like it was the Troll Daughter's hoodlum boyfriend that we often see skulking around.  He was pounding on the door and then walking through the back yard, through the gate and then pounding on the Troll Daughter's window.  Stalk Much?

So now there's like 5 cops milling around with flashlights peering in our windows and going up and down our driveway seeming like they were looking for something.  I wanted to go out and demand an explanation but frankly don't want to be involved so we stayed inside.

The cops were STILL there questioning and investigating when we fell back asleep at 4:30am.

We are now thinking there's drug involvement but have no way of knowing.

So all this happens and of course these idiots were told to move out by our landlord before Christmas which they have shown no inclination of doing.  We are done with this.  I know.....I've said this before but seriously....now we're REALLY done.

I'm calling our Landlord this morning to fill him in on the adventures and telling him he needs to let us out of the lease and refund February's Rent.  We are outties.

So, so tired.

The Non-Update Update

Well so far I have nothing to report on the Troll situation.

Sunday we went out for the afternoon (to brave shopping the last weekend prior to Christmas) and came home to the place smelling once again like an ashtray.  In yet another fit of anger I promptly called the Landlord.  I demanded an update on the situation.  The update is no update.  He promised that he would be doing a face to face visit with Mr. Troll himself Tuesday.  That would be today.  He is supposed to get back to me afterwards.

So....what will this visit achieve?  That's the question we are asking ourselves.  I preume nothing.  My intuition tells me that I will get a follow up call at some point to say that the Trolls claim they are not smoking anything in the apartment and to give them another chance.  Essentially that's what has been happening every time we complain.

At this point, Super Husband and I will make a decision.  Do we stick it out or do we go back to the Landlord and ask him to allow us to "break" our lease out of compassion? 

The bottom line is something needs to change because the current situation is not working.  We are not willing to subject our children to this health risk and plus....it's making us crazy.  Being at home is a constant stressor.  I feel so much better when I leave and can literally feel my blood pressure skyrocket when I get back.

Fingers crossed that a freaking Christmas Miracle happens today!