This is going to be one of those posts where I just need to vent. So if you don't want to read - that is your alert to get to a happier blog & pronto!

We moved away from K-town a few days ago. Popeye got a job with a Sheriff's Department as a deputy in Nebraska. So we're back. But where we need to be is so obscure that I don't even get cell phone coverage. And I can't call Qwest to get a land line because I can't talk on the phone.
Anyway. So we move. Tuesday evening we had a few guys come over and help us load our stuff into the back of a Uhaul. When we first moved to WY it took a 53-foot truck to move us out there. And man, did I really try to get us downsized into half that. Uhaul just makes a 26' truck. So we got almost every single thing into that truck. The Tetris game of a lifetime, I tell ya! But unfortunately, it wasn't everything. So we had to rent a trailer to pull behind the truck. But because Uhaul ripped us off (quoted us $563 but then charged us $706), we didn't have the money to do that. Thank heavens for dear friends who helped with paying for that. Online the quote was $85, so the next morning I went to pay for the trailer (because we took it the night before) and they wanted $225 for it!!! I put my foot down on that one. I just wish I had done the same the day before when we got the truck.
Anyway. Popeye left Wednesday morning with Optimus Prime and I stayed behind to clean the house.
And it took me from 8:30 in the morning until 2:30 in the afternoon with 1.75 others ladies helping. I say 1.75 because 2 of them are prego and can't be in confined places with the chemicals I love and the last .25 stayed for about an hour. So I called up the realtor, had him come over and check the place out and he was thrilled with how the house looked! I'm so glad, because he had a $1,000 deposit of mine that I was determined to get back! I gave him the keys, he game me a check & I was out the door to pick up kids from school and be on my way.
Skipping forward.
Popeye arrived at the house we're renting at 7:30. There were people here. Putting in carpet. and lots of stuff everywhere. So the landlady came down and was like, "Oh, I didn't realize you were all coming, I just thought you (Popeye) were." What does it matter? HE has the truck! She was painting, there were no working toilets in the house, we couldn't go upstairs because that carpet had just been washed and wasn't dry yet... It was really bad. Not to mention the bugs. Oh. My. Word. The bugs in this house are overwhelming - especially the wasps. Don't know where they're coming from, but 2 of my kids have been stung now and we've only been here 3 days. The ceiling is missing panels in the kitchen, there is dirt EVERYWHERE, the landlady says to start getting settled, but don't bring anything upstairs until she's done painting...
So Thursday afternoon a bunch of guys from the branch come to help unload the truck and we have to pile all of it into the living room and dining room (about the equivelant of a 60' trailer). Lovely.
It's all in now and I've been frantically trying to degrease the kitchen (so nasty) so I can put away things but yet unpack other much needed essentials (bathroom gear and such).
I'm a wreck.
We finally got one toilet put in. So yay! They're renovating one of the upstairs bathrooms and then taking out the second one and turning it into a closet. Hm.  That should be done in about 2-4 weeks. Lovely.
And then we had lunch with the Sheriff yesterday. Popeye had papers to sign & gear to get. While I was out grocery shopping, the Sheriff was with Popeye telling him our pay wasn't going to be what we were initially told it would be. In fact, it would be $3k less per year. To some that's not a big deal. But when you're taking a paycut that only the desperate would take - it's a huge thing.  And not only that, Popeye is expected to have a "good ol' boy" mentality. For those of you who are geting lost in my rant and are unsure of what that might mean, it means that the sheriff wants Popeye to look the other way when crime is being committed. A minor in possession? Just dump the beer and send the kid home. A run stop sign by a professional drunk? look the other way.
I'm sorry, Popeye is NOT like that. I don't see this going very well for us.
And to make matters worse - we were offered a job back at home in K-town. Same pay - well MORE now. And I'd have friends. And phone coverage.
I desperately want to talk to my mother and I can't and it makes me so super sad.
So I'm lonely.
So very lonely.
The kids start school on Monday. I haven't been able to enjoy conference because of the chaos around me. I'm hoping tomorrow will be a little bit better and that I can enjoy some of it and feel the Lord say to me, "You're where I need you, everything is going to be fine."
Because right now? I'm not so sure.
I am trying so hard to be positive. It is just so hard.
Email me. Tell me you care and tell me how you're doing because I miss you and desperately want to talk with you.