Wednesday we find out if we can get a mortgage. For better or worse we're moving within the next few months. Hopefully into our own house but if not, another rental.
The carpet in the flat is finally dry and most of the smell is gone. I had to clean it again because whatever maintenence used on it caused Chloe's feet to break out in hives and welts. Chloe also keeps tripping over the warped floorboard near the couch and it's driving me a bit nuts. I have to be nice though. Exiting on a bitch note could jeopardize the loan process. Had a bit of a cry because Chloe's Dance for the Sun booklet was glued together. Hopefully that will be the end of nasty surprises. It's hard to pitch things you love because they're soaked in filthy water. (Heidi you are the bravest woman in the world.)
I'm not gonna whine about this too much longer. I feel like I'm jinxing our chances. Just gotta get to Wednesday. Then I can plan.
