.horrific smell.

Day 3/362 {Monday}

First day back to work and I feel like this has been one never ending week.  We have been going non~stop for the past three days with the exception of the boxing match the other night.  We are still fridgeless and unpainted.  Again with the 9pm phone call about painting.  Not happening.  I don't know what kind of schedule other people live on but in this house we sleep at night.  Thank goodness for friends and relatives because this house is unfit for adults let alone children.  GiGi is having a great time at Grandma's house and apparently has half of Lancaster wrapped around her tiny 2 year old finger.  Caleb has been spending the majority of the time at his TiTi's {a.k.a. aunt} house while we attempt to make our home look a little bit less like a scene from Cops.  As of last night our painter was coming this morning at 9am {Gee! A normal time!} to work on the girl's bedroom.  It is now 4:30pm and there's been no sign of coming.  I believe I would have a better chance of a U.F.O. sighting at this point.  

We have the majority of the house emptied out, the kitchen scrubbed, carpets steam cleaned, and furniture in place.  Have I mentioned this is exhausting and why did we not hire professional movers to do this?  I walked into the boys bedroom this afternoon and it smells like somebody dropped a deuce.  Our neighbor tells us this is a familiar smell because of all the apartments being on the same septic system but the problem was supposed to have been fixed.  Greeeeeeeeat.

 Oh!  Oh!  I spotted my first dumpster diver tonight.  I've heard of it.  I know people who have done it or a variation such as garbage picking.  Never seen it.  You will not, I repeat, will NOT find me anywhere remotely close to a dumpster or diving in such a thing.

At this point we seem to be having some sort of misadventures of moving to Quakertown so I have a feeling I'll be posting quite frequently for your amusement and my own someday.

xoxo

♥berlin™