Last week, I discovered that they would only be finishing the floors on the 25th, and we couldn't move in until the evening of the 27th, but more likely the 28th. So I've been planning around that.
Today, we discover that we can't move the 28th. Well, maybe the evening of the 28th, but probably not until the 29th.
Damndamndamn. On the one hand, I'm glad I'm not renting a U-haul, since having to switch the date(s) would be nearly impossible. On the other hand, this fucks up personal stuff, rather than financial. What a pain in the ass.
I hate moving. And realtors suck.