Rollercoaster

I hate rollercoasters. Sometimes I get myself all psyched up to ride one, but then I don't stand in line long before I realize that I don't want to get on. This past week has been like a big dumb rollercoaster that I can't seem to get off of. The real estate agent in Macklin had more numbers for me to call, none of which turned out, and calling the school only produced more numbers to call. I missed that deadline to send in the permission for the district to draw up a contract, but apparently that didn't matter. I spent all week on the phone seeing if there was anything to rent. I finally found something I could look at and went to Provost on Friday. The house ended up having visibly tilted floors - definitely not a place I felt safe in. I had a quick visit with the teacher going on mat leave (who forgot to call the school to say she'd be late) and found out that there is also Grade 3 with this job. Makes me wonder if they left anything else out. Anywho, I still haven't found a place and called the principal to insist that he proceed to the next candidate (which should have been done when I missed the deadline to sign the letter) and found that I am the only person they're considering. So now I feel guilty, but I really don't want to go anymore. He left me with more phone numbers (which I still haven't called). So I've been crying all day and trying to figure out what the heck God wants me to do and I still haven't come to a conclusion. I want to stay home, but now I have all this guilt because they didn't bother to find someone else.