We’ve been having some problems with our landlord getting our damage deposit back (long story), and Greg has kindly agreed to take care of it so that I don’t have to worry about it. That unfortunately is not how I work, much as I would like to change that about myself, so while Greg is taking care of it, I’m definitely still worried about it.
It doesn’t help that my son is running around all day with his Fisher Price phone pretending to talk to Andy, who is our “property manager” (and yes, I’m using those quotes correctly). Every time I manage to forget about the issue, he runs into the room telling me he’s talking to Andy.
It’d be funny if it weren’t so stressful.