668 square feet of hell

Here I am, nearly 34 weeks pregnant and about to go on a rant.

We've lived in this tiny one bedroom apartment for two years now and have been pretty comfortable. That is, until I went and got knocked up by LT. Now that I am about to give birth and there's going to be another human being around, we are both feeling the heat. That heat is coming from the sheer claustrophobia that we are experiencing in here.

Could we move out? Sure we could! But LT outright refuses to. He says he does not want to move when we are only going to be here for another year..that and he likes his extra money every month. And yet he keeps complaining how things are not set up the way he wants. Well tough cookies - you have a choice and this is what you're choosing. So we'll all be cramped for the sake of your fat wallet. UGH.

I love LT, I do, but sometimes he really makes selfish decisions. Yes, he does make the money for our family and yes he does pay the bills, but why the heck does that mean he gets to make all the decisions? It drives me insane.

So here I am at freaking 11:30pm racking my brain trying to figure out where I can possibly put all the useless crap we own so that we can live comfortably. I have absolutely no more ideas of where we can stuff our STUFF. We have a shoe closet, a linen closet and a laundry closet. All three and packed to the brim with things so much that we don't dare open the doors for fear that everything will come tumbling out. We have already purged items that we no longer find useful and we still have too much stuff.

We do not have a dining room, we have a small living room and even smaller bedroom. What I wouldn't give to take a sledgehammer to our balcony (that we don't even use and can't store anything outside because of all the bugs) and build a wall just to get a little more space in here.

*Sigh* I wish I could update this blog with some good news but I'm just so frustrated right now that I can't think of one nice thing to say.