our house

Is not a very, very, very fine house.  I abhor this place.  It has the fake laminate wood floors that are buckled and peeling all over the kitchen.  The downstairs carpet is disgusting.  The entire downstairs is dark and stinks making me not even want to go down there at all, and that's where Schmitty's room is.  The fence is peeling.  I just plain hate this place. 

The house is tiny, I've realized that even if I did have friends I'd be embarrassed to invite anyone over.  I'd have to make excuses for all the things wrong with this place, explaining that it's a rental.  The choices made for the house are not mine.  If it was just a case of being small but clean I could deal with it. I'd hopefully make it cute, but this place is a disaster that the landlord openly says he doesn't want to soak money in to.  I think I'm cured of choosing places to live without physically seeing them first.  No more online house shopping.

Yago leaves tomorrow for a couple of weeks in D.C.  When we first found out that he had an orientation in D.C. we thought I'd go with him and hang out.  The grandparents volunteered to watch the kids for us.  That fell through and I'm a little bummed.  I also know it's wrong to be irritated that my MIL doesn't take vacation to be my personal babysitter but takes vacation time to volunteer at church camp and vacation bible school.  I'm a bad person.