In Limbo.

Nothing much to report here from Limboland, except that we’re still here in Limboland. And I’m considering running for Mayor.

We found out a couple of days ago that Bubba scored our number one pick, here:

Yeah!

Unfortunately . . . (why does there always have to be an unfortunately?) the funding for that position is rumored to be cut in 6 weeks.

Boo!

So over the last 48+ hours he has been “negotiating” with the agency he works for about either transferring the funds from the soon-to-be-cut position to his former position so that we don’t have to temporarily uproot everyone until they can tell him for sure whether or not the new position will be cut — OR — paying him per diem while he is working in the potentially temporary position PLUS relocation fees if the funding for the position pans out and we move permanently.

These negotiations have left us in Limboland indefinitely. No one will call back. No one will say anything definitively. No one is really saying anything.

Except me. I’m complaining because I want to finally convert the computer/craft room into the baby’s bedroom which means moving the computer and crafts to the spare room, and her dresser and other paraphernalia that is strewn randomly about the house, into her room. But my desires for organization are conflicted by my tendencies to be lazy and I just can’t justify spending all the time and energy on moving everything if we are only going to be packing everything up into cardboard boxes in a few weeks anyways.

I’ll think about it while scavenging for more sweets in the kitchen.