Ok, so I guess the only thing worse than finding out you're moving into a two-bedroom apartment in Miami is finding out that you're not moving in because the landlord changed his mind about renting out the apartment. So after dragging the whole family plus my mom down to Miami to spend an arduous week house hunting, we are now actually empty handed. Seriously. Can this day get any worse?
And really, I'm sorry for all these negative posts! There really are good things that happen around here (just can't think of any right now). And I was thinking that I should clarify that I don't think my life is necessarily worse than any of the rest of you. I just depict mine more. :) And it's not worse than anyone with three kids in general. At least we can hole ourselves up in the house and not have to go anywhere. I can only imagine having twins and have to run older kids to school and other activities. Yuck.