I woke up this morning quite pumped albeit a little bit nervous to start my week. I had left the worst for last. My bedroom. I had barely gotten dressed this morning when the phone rang. Our landlord was on the phone.
Its never good when he calls at eight in the morning.
Let me give you a little background information. The owners of our house are not living in this country at the moment so they gave power of Attorney to their old neighbor - Mr. K. Unfortunately for Mr. K. he was in a car accident a few years back and his wife told us that he hasn't been quite the same ever since. Unfortunately for us, we still have to deal with him.
We've been living in this house for about a year and a half. A bit before the one year mark, we tried getting in touch with Mr. K. so we could sign a new lease for the coming year. He never got back to us. We tried and tried and he never got back to us. We didn't even know if he was raising the rent. Eventually, four months later, he finally got back to us and he was all annoyed that we hadn't signed the contract or paid any rent! Well, for good faith, even though we hadn't seen a contract yet, we immediately went down to the bank and deposited money directly to his account for six months. (That time is not up yet!). But we hadn't signed a contract because we needed to make changes.
He threw a fit. He told us that if we wanted to stay in this house, we needed to sign the contract as is. I won't go into all the details, but being that he didn't obey what was in the contract last year, we felt it imperative to change some things to protect ourselves.
We even had contacted the actual owner to tell him what was going on.
This brings us back to this morning. Mr. K. called and told us that since we didn't sign a contract and didn't pay for six months (what?????) we therefore were being evicted as of immediately. And he's coming tomorrow to get the keys.
OH. MY. GOD.
So here I am, procrastinating. I don't think he can legally kick us out since we're still paid up till the end of the month. But the fear is there. So what do I do now? Do I continue my great flylady routine and clean my room as scheduled? Do I start packing? Do I try to find another house to move into TODAY? Or do I sit on my computer and vent to all you readers looking for sympathy?