Evicted From the Premises

Okay, okay... it's not that bad. Since we are still humble renters and are at the beck and call of our landlord, we have found ourselves in an unfavorable position. She has decided to sell the house after we move, and is currently working with a realtor to get the job done. So we get the short end of the stick and must keep the house spic and span. This is a good habit, I agree, but it does come with some consequences I was not fully prepared for. For example, I can't leave out my towel to air dry after I shower so we are accruing a pile of moldy bath towels. Also, at the realtor's request, I have to make sure everyone is out of the house while someone is walking through. Now, I'm just given vague time frames indicating when the prospective buyers will be walking through the house, so I have to come up with 2 hour-long adventures for us homebodies. Today alone, we walked the river trail for an hour, went to visit animals at a farm, lounged in the shade of some trees down the street from our house, and played at the park. The girls were even a little exhausted by the end of it. Yesterday, we went to the dinosaur museum with Amber (who is in town visiting for her sister's wedding,) and had a picnic for dinner. It may not seem like much, but after a whole week of it, the time away from home adds up. It's so tiring! Tomorrow, we are going to find somewhere to go, but at this point "destinations" are running scarce, so I hope they sell the house soon. On a different note, we lucked out because Harper is staying with us temporarily while he starts his new job and looks for housing. The girls are loving the "sleepovers" we are hosting, since they love entertaining. It's great to be able to see more of him. Update on Ez: He is on the brink of smiling for real. I love it! Also, the poor baby has been struggling with gas issues. He just gulps so much air while he drinks that it upsets his little tummy. Hopefully it goes away so he can enjoy life again. Usually, he is so placid and easygoing, so seeing him cry is pretty upsetting to me. Qiana, bless her heart, loves her little brother so much and wants to play with him all the time; however, she usually takes it a little far. Today, I think she head-butted him trying to kiss his cheek and he started to bawl. The pobresito had real tears! She started crying too, once I scolded her, but I think it was because she felt bad for doing it. Hopefully he makes it through Qiana's rough toddler years.