Could Schrodinger's Cat Die of Toxic Mold?
Because it wasn't our house, it was my father-in-law's, and we were just squatting there til Bad Cohen finished grad school. Which is taking a lot longer than planned, since he became seriously affected by fibromyalgia and various other nasty chronic stuff in the last 3 years.
But now the toddler's showing signs of being overtired, having environmental allergies, and possibly developmental/sensory integration issues that are affecting his ability to deal with preschool.
Unfortunately, we can't fix anything with his room without dealing with the falling-down ridiculousness that is the house (of which BC now owns 1/3, with his siblings owning the other 2/3).
With all the other traumas and chaos going on in our lives, not to mention being broke, I just can't deal with moving this summer, especially if we're moving to another city/state next year so BC can pursue a PhD.
Am I a bad mother if I just resolve to go in and clean his room more often, and hope that summer's dry spell clears things up?
Ugh. Ugh ugh ugh.