Thursday, August 21, 2008
There is no creepier feeling than coming home and having the sense that someone has been in your house. Today after our weekly potluck Brady and I came in (Nat stayed late to play with Samuel) and were headed to the bathroom to clean up and I saw something on the floor. It was something small and brown and I would have sworn it wasn't there when we left. I scooped it up with a wipe and was just going to pass it off a mystery clump of dirt from the bottom of one of the kids pants, or maybe even a stray piece of...well, poop...from Brady's diaper (ewwww!). So anyways I picked it up and put Brady to bed and was planning on really scrubbing the spot during my little cleaning session. But, it was bothering me. We don't wear shoes in the house, and that dirt was freaking me out. One of the main things I hate about apartments, is that if we are not home the top bolt can't be locked and anyone from the complex can come right in. Well, I am cleaning up and I went to set something on the kitchen table and what do I see? A note informing me that they were IN MY HOUSE while I was gone. Nice. So they came in because supposedly our AC is leaking outside, which that's great (that might also explain some of the outrageous charges we have been having on our bill, not that they will reimburse us or anything), but HELLO! You got MUD all over my floor! This is MY HOUSE! and you got it dirty! ARG! I can't WAIT to move, we are so ready for the privacy of a home, no more loud obnoxious people outside, no more new neighbors who like to use the top step of the stairs as an ashtray (I am totally going to put a can out there for them. Do I need to remind people that cigarette butts are TRASH! not biodegradable people), no more loud thumping music, no more of any of this crazy crap! Just get me out of here, and STAY OUT OF MY HOUSE!