...with living in this dang apt. Is anyone tired of hearing me say this yet? I just cant get over it. I dont know how to be happy living in a place where everything is literally falling apart around us. I hate it. There's no way to make this place feel like home because there's no room to breathe. I feel like I'm in such a craphole.
We went and looked at a house tonight. It was ok-nothing great. Its hard because we found what seemed to be the perfect house a couple weeks ago but they rented it to someone else. So everything is being compared to that in my mind. I did like the backyard of this house a lot better. Its huge-perfect for Oliver. Lots of living space-even though its a 2 story. The upstairs just has 2 bedrooms and closet space. Cons: 1 bathroom, no dishwasher. Not a ton of cabinet space in the kitchen, but um hello, have you SEEN my kitchen? I realized the other night that if I really look at my kitchen , I have ZERO counter space to work on stuff. My kitchen counterspace is overtaken by my microwave, KA mixer, dish drainer, and random utensils. I can barely set a gallon of milk on the counter without it tipping over. Everything I do has to be done on my little "microwave" stand that has become my cake/cookie station. Which is unbelievably small. I hate it!!!!!!
(Have I mentioned that?)