I hate effin real estate agents. Chase was sleeping for 40 minutes. I was in his room watching... he made it through the 30 minute cycle without waking. I thought we might actually make it... an hour of sleeping without waking! Until I hear a knock on my door. Luckily my dog is drugged so he could care less... otherwise he would have loudly notified me of someones presence (I don't think he understands the concept of the knock). I open the curtain and there is someone trying to open the keybox to show our apartment. WTF.... they are supposed to call me first and let me know they are sending someone. I open the door and clearly she realizes I am effin pissed... she asks if the office called... not unless they called within the last 10 minutes... to which they did. SERIOUSLY... 10 effin minutes. People COME ON. I have a 9 month old... who the hell thinks 10 minutes is enough time to say yes, come on in... tour my house... poke through my life.
It should go without saying, I did not let them in. I told them to come back in 30 - 40 minutes (I am not a complete witch... and I want the best for my landlord). Although at this point I thought Chase may have actually slept through the whole encounter. Nope, the minute I closed the door I heard him. I almost opened it again just to have someone to punch.
I am so angry I am literally shaking... which is probably why I couldn't get Chase back to sleep. Babies are nothing if not intuitive. I am trying to give myself time to calm down before I get Chase out of bed (he is currently grunting to himself)... I don't want him to feel this negative energy from me anymore. Hence the blogging so quickly about it.
Oh and please excuse the 'language' above... it took all that I had to use the colorful expressions I did... believe me when I say that is NOT what it sounded like in my head.