…and yet…I cannot indulge.
Man. They weren’t lying when they told me that when nesting hits, it hits hard. I haven’t experienced that birth-is-imminent energy burst yet (thankfully), but I am dying to accomplish things. I want to scrub and organize and make everything obnoxiously clean and cute for Ethan.
Unfortunately, I don’t trust my clown feet to hold me upright long enough to do much. What’s more, we aren’t going to be here long enough for it to matter even if I did accomplish all the things I’m itching to do. We’re moving!
That’s right – we found a lovely new apartment, very close to where I grew up! The place is a perfect size and in a very nice community, with shops close enough to walk to (including the grocery store, which is really nice), a pool, 24-hour workout room, and with the library just a couple of streets away. I can’t wait!
We move March 15. We sent our Big Scary Legalese Letter to River City Real Estate – excuse me, I mean Historic Property Management. That’s right, they changed their name (I don’t recall them telling anyone that they were doing this, so I’m not sure what to make of the sudden shift). We stated very clearly that we would be moving on March 15 and paying a prorated rent for the months of February and March. In our letter, we outlines our reasons for moving: the lack of proper treatment for the roaches and mold, the fact that it took over a week for our heat to be fixed, and the serious lack of communication on their part, which often left us completely clueless as to if or when these problems would be attended to.
They called and left a message on Adam’s phone yesterday, letting us know that they received our letter. Oh, and since they noticed we’re still having a bug problem, they’d be sending an exterminator out sometime that day.
Sigh.
So not only was the point entirely missed, they also gave me a shining example of the communication problems I had been trying to point out all along. I suppose that means they did me a favor.
Just noticed that the thermostat is broken again. I’m not joking. I just got up to go and adjust the temperature and it is completely dead. This is what happened when we were without heat that whole time.
Sigh, part deux.
I think I just have to laugh at this point. At least we know we will have a new home in just a few weeks, one that isn’t actively trying to kill us, and one that has a staff I could actually track down if absolutely necessary. My only concern now is that Ethan will be born before our moving date (very likely – he’s due March 13). If that happens, I absolutely do not want to bring him back to this apartment, and I’ll be useless during the move since I’ll probably still be recovering. But we’ll just have to get creative, which we’ve gotten pretty good at by now, and hope for the best!
