Right. I'm still not letting my son sleep in that room. That means three months of living crammed into one bedroom. Ugh.
Anyhow, anyone who reads this has already heard this whole story. I'll not beat a dead horse. Just look forward to three months of me whining about sharing a bedroom with a nine month old, my allergies to mold causing my eyes to itch until I can't see straight, and my utter frustration with the laws that are supposed to protect us as tenants.