Some days I think I'm working way too hard at pleasing everyone else and doing absolutely nothing to better myself. It's the kids, or Todd or the cat... Now, it's the landlords - yes, the ones who wouldn't give a FAMILY with TWO SMALL CHILDREN a break when we asked for a BRIEF extension on our lease to find out if Todd had a job up north. They actually thought we'd stay in the 115 degree heat of the San Fernando Valley for a full extra year and they forced our hand! We either had to sign the lease or give notice and pray that we find a place to live.
We are praying.
And packing.
And, now they want us to hold all the applications for them so they didn't have to get a PO box. Next they'll ask us if they can stop by to do minor redecorating. They'll ask if Todd "doesn't mind" seeding the whole yard or putting in a new dishwasher. Ugh! I just hope that the next people who live here are "real" renters. People who stain the carpets and let the grass get weedy and just act like normal folks. We've bent over backwards to keep this place pristine and they still wouldn't give us the courtesy of a brief extension. I do have doormat written on me don't I??
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