Out of Sorts

Well I don't know about you, but this weather coupled with a 4 day week thanks to the Fourth of July and Dr. F finally having his first day off in 9 days (with 2 on call days mixed in there) have really thrown me off. I feel so out of sorts and I HATE it. Last night I was laying in bed when I realized I forgot to put the Little Man's lunch in the fridge, so I had to turn off the alarm, go back downstairs and put it away. Then this morning I realized that I forgot to put the coffee in the fridge last night so it would be cold this morning. I walked RIGHT PASSED IT last night. Additionally, my house is a wreck. I feel like I just can't keep it neat...its too much working full time, packing lunches, making dinner and keeping everything in order. I am tired and not sleeping well. And just to add to the list of complaints, I'm bored. I dont know how to not go 1,000,000 mph. OH WELL.

We're also dealing with the awesomeness of a terrible landlord from our old apartment who still hasn't returned our security deposit. It is now 42 days since we turned in our key and he legally had 30 days from that date to return our $1100. He must be used to not dealing with people who are willing to fight for their money, but he's never dealt with us. $1100 is a lot of money and he's basically stolen it. So naturally we've contacted a good buddy of Dr. F who just happens to be a collections lawyer in the Philly area. Apparently, by ignoring the 30 day deadline our landlord has opened the door to allowing us to sue for DOUBLE the deposit. AND by not providing an itemized list of things he had to "fix" (that apartment was spotless and in better condition when we left it)he's forfeited his right to deduct any money for repairs. Oh, and did I mention I have every email written to him, dated photos of the apartment from when we moved in and moved out as well as an itemized walk-through check list? Bring it on scumbag. YOU'RE GOING DOWN!