distressedI can't blame the landlord, because, honestly, they were simply fixing problems that I asked them to fix. In a timely manner, too, at least.
But...OH MY GOD!
I have to scrub every inch of my bathroom, kitchen, and living room. And the stuff I didn't pack away (because I didn't think I'd have to) now has to be washed within an inch of its life. Because of plaster dust.
I...am overwhelmed. Big time.
It's taking everything I have not to curl into a little ball of sadness.
