So the house–the new house, the tiny cottage, the short term summer sublet–smells musty. And it feels sticky and the toilet runs and the sinks don’t drain well and there’s hardly any water pressure in the bathroom faucet and spiders and ants are everywhere and there is no good place to put the litter box.
I’m sorry; I need to complain. It is stressful enough to move but it gets worse when the place you moved into turns out to be toxic.
We just have to get through two months. Two months of mold and stickiness and me constantly sneezing and Mark as a walking stress ball.
I’ve been trying to stay positive but this morning when I opened up the cabinet under the sink to retrieve the litter I found it totally wet. The sink is leaking. Or the rain is getting in. I don’t know. But I almost lost it.
Two months. And lots of weekend trips.