ongoing

You know what the real kicker to me is about the whole tenant bs is? First, she's moving in, only a day late. Then, "Oh, oops, not moving in!" Then the next morning, "Oh, well, I guess I'll move in after all". Then a few hours later, "Yeah, sorry, not moving in." So, we have moved out, then back in, then out, and then back in again, all in two days time. You can't explain that kind of upheaval to a one year old. He doesn't understand. He just knows his world is getting shaken up something fierce, and he doesn't like it, and he's going to make sure we know it. Poor kid.
He's actually handling it very well, because he's the best damn baby ever, but I hate the fact that what should have been a moderately stressful event (for him) has turned into something much much worse.

The other possible tenant turned out to have warrants out for check fraud, doesn't actually work for who he said he worked for, and apparently moves around every few months to avoid getting found by his creditors. Yay for background checks! Seriously, did he not think we'd check? What a dipshit.

So, now I'm back to trying to find a tenant. Hopefully something will work out soon, and in the meantime we're going to take advantage of the very empty house to get some serious deep cleaning in, and maybe even do a few little improvement projects we've been thinking about for a while.

Wish us luck, kids.