Here Comes the Rain Again....

...no, not the rain outside (though we've had plenty of that in the last week and we'll probably have more next week.) The rain I'm referring to is the type that fell from our ceiling late last night, as my husband was taking a shower in our upstairs bathroom.

Yeah. Our first night in the new apartment and we have not one, but four leaks. The management has been paged (and paged again...I'm nothing if not persistent) but we've still heard nothing back. It's not so much of a problem today--it's Sunday and given the amount of dust Rob inhaled yesterday while packing, his allergies have pretty much gone nuclear, so today was going to be a slow day anyway.

But tomorrow, I have to go back to work. Which means I'll have to get up even earlier, go over to our old apartment, take a shower and leave from there. And Rob will have to do the same, if he wants to get a shower before resuming our moving tomorrow. Can we say "massive inconvenience," boys and girls?

And I know that...manure...happens. Along with lots of other things. But we paid good money to move into this place, an apartment that was "move-in ready." Somehow, I doubt "move-in ready" means the waterfall from the leaking shower.

Le Sigh.

Packing, and other exercises in frustration

So, I've had a three day weekend and although I've gotten some packing done, it's mainly been in the tossing of things no longer needed that I've really been excelling. However, I did discover one thing that I really should have known:

Tossing old baby bottles in front of the toddler who used to use them...is just asking for trouble. Because no matter how much you tell said toddler that she's a big girl now and doesn't use those any more...she won't believe you. No matter what. (And sometimes...yeah, I don't believe she used those either, though I know perfectly well that she did. They're so small.)

Then there are the boxes. As I joked to one of my friends, our boxes apparently came with a toddler inside. Because our daughter just wants to play and play and play with those boxes...which is great for her imagination, but not so great if you're trying to pack with those same boxes.

So, yeah. Looks like we'll be packing after she goes to bed tonight. :-)

Four days and counting until we can start moving....and 17 days until we have to be out of here for good. Whew. :)

And Our New Word for the Day is....

..."No." Or, "NO!!!!" Thus sayith the toddler.

Yeah. Everything we ask the toddler these days is met with a "No." (Or, if she's particularly in a snit---stomped feet, folded arms, lower lip out and the inevitable, "It's not FAIRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!" Yes, someone discovered the joys of Time Out after that episode, how did you know? :-D)

And yes, I know this is all normal for her age and stage, that she's acting like she's supposed to and it's our job as parents to make sure she knows what behaviors we will (and won't) allow. And I'm okay with that---the best piece of parenting advice I ever got was, "Don't become a parent if you're afraid of being the bad guy." (Personally, I think that advice should be handed out with birth control, but that's just me :-P)

But I'm getting awfully tired of "No." And don't get me started on "fair" :-)