I wish I could say that I am all moved in, but I am still unpacking, and throwing away, and destroying. I spent all Tuesday obsessing that I had fleas in the new apartment, which we don’t – I’m an obsessive compuslive freak, basically, and must always find something to obsess over.
The old landlords are being complete assholes – they’re retaining the deposit because the apartment isn’t “clean” enough – my ass, it’s not. I was on my hands and knees cleaning, then they called M today and told him it needed to be cleaned tonight – they want to show the apartment tomorrow and they’re old people, and oh they want it clean, blah blah blah. Give me a break. They pulled out the refrigerator in front of my husband and said, oh you need to clean BEHIND it. It’s a bunch of crap. I’m getting mad about how we are being treated, and M is already mad, so we’ve been fighting about stupid crap. Tonight I fell asleep in the bathroom before he got home…for some reason when I am very upset, lying on the floor in a pitch black bathroom calms me down.
He told me we are going to go to TGIFriday’s for dinner tomorrow though – we haven’t been to a sit down restaurant other than fast-food lately – too many expenses. Hopefully things will settle down soon.
