The Apartment aka Hell

Mark said it was bad.  But by bad he apparently meant the worst place on the planet.  It smells like a hundred smokey bars, there are burn holes all over the carpet, hundreds of dead bugs in every light fixture, no natural light, and I'm pretty sure someone died in there.  On the plus side, oh wait.  There is no plus side.

Since we have no furniture here until we make the big move, we first survived with sleeping bags and blow up mattresses.  Napping simply did not happen, but on this day, both kids crashed cuddled together on Mommy and Daddy's "bed."

Here's a more complete view of the apartment.  Isn't it lovely?

Yes, that is indeed a tarp.  Why?  Because the management had the carpet cleaned one minute before we moved in. Lovely...and also ineffective.

We adapted as best we could.  The movie "Brave" became our savior those few days.

"I am Merida...and I'll be shooting for my own hand!"

It's a tough ride we're on right now, but we're getting there.  Every day a little closer to home.  Meanwhile, if you hug us and we smell like smoke, it's because that is how hell smells.