Staying Or Moving?

We have been living in this apartment for almost a year now. When we moved in, we weren't sure how long we would stay because it is only a two bedroom. Originally, Ryan and Kasi shared the bigger room, and Brandi just slept in my bed with me, since Junior slept on the couch every night because of his back. A couple of months ago, I let Ryan have the smaller room to himself, and the girls now share a room. I still sleep with Brandi, but I no longer have a room of my own. It makes it a little difficult to find alone time with Junior, but we are surviving.

Next month we have to decide if we want to renew our lease. Junior really ants to, and I don't want to move, but there are so many little things wrong around here. Our roof is still leaking, the bathtub doesn't drain properly, the faucet in the tub constantly runs, and now out water heater is leaking. It is under the counter in my kitchen, and I can not tell where the water is coming from. The management company may need to hire an Atlanta Plumber to come take a look. Junior seems to think the bottom has rusted out and that is where the water is coming from. He is going to call the management company Monday to let them know. I hope they can fix it easily, because I really don't want to move.

Calling All Plumbers

I know I have told you all about the problems with my bathtub. A couple of months ago the faucet started running all the time. No matter how tight you turned the knobs, the water would still be running. Not a lot, but more than just an annoying drip. The tub is also not draining properly, which means by the time you are done showering, you are standing in a couple of inches of water. It's extremely annoying. We called the management company a couple of times, but they never sent anyone out. I would have called Cincinnati Plumbing myself, but I didn't want to get stuck paying the bill.

Last week when I went to the management company to talk about the dog next door, the owner asked me if I knew why our water bill was so high, and when I told her about my bathtub, she said she would make sure someone came out on Tuesday.

Nobody showed up, and I was here all day.

Thursday morning I went back to bed once the kids were on the bus, and when I got up around ten I found a note on my door saying the plumber had been by. If he had rung the doorbell, I would have heard him. I guess he just knocked. Now I have to call the management company again on Monday and reschedule. Maybe this time the guy will show up on the right day.