no reasoning with these R U S S I A N S

We're officially in Mackenbach. Unfortunately, we haven't seen the end of our Russian nightmare {aka Johannes & Rosa}. More than anything, we are so grateful to almost be done with them. It's been a super long week.

moving day... Lady wouldn't get out of the van,
she was ready to go!

Wednesday, we had our truck and got everything moved over. Thursday was cleaning day for us. We made it over there by noon only to have Rosa show up letting us know they had a showing- another showing. In fifteen minutes. Whatever.
Jim was determined to continue cleaning so we did.

Much to our dislike, they walked around the house fretting that we weren't done and it wasn't going to look good for their potential renters. They even picked up and turned on the vacuum that was upstairs and started vacuuming. So irritating.

I let her know we paid to live there through Friday.

They even went and got a paint roller and started spot painting the white walls and did a nice cover-up job on the moldy spots. So wrong.

After their first showing, they let us know another would be there in another two hours. We kept cleaning. Shortly after, she rang the doorbell asking me to help her with another potential renter on her phone that needed directions.

I spent no less than thirty minutes on the phone helping her only to have them call back and cancel their appointment. Why do I continue to be nice and help her? I don't know.
We truly believe they're the most greedy, self-centered people we have ever met. Ever.

We had two small spots {each about the size of a quarter} that the plaster came off the wall. Simple mud and paint and they'd be covered up.

She was also super quick to point {in her very condescending tone} out the smudges on her beautiful pink wall. I held my hands up and let her know {in German} that I can't wash her flat paint walls- the paint comes off.

She just said, "I know."

To us, this was normal wear and tear on a house. To them, they want everything in brand-new condition without a spot.

This last week, I opened the oven door and dropped it, breaking the handle. One week to go and I have to break it- so irritating. Oh well. Jim tried to glue it with some Gorilla glue- didn't work. So, we knew we'd be paying for a new door.
We cleaned and cleaned and cleaned our house and were set to check out with her yesterday.

Eight months of living there and that stinkin' house is spotless. Four kids and a dog to only have a few smudges, we really did take care of that house.

In paying our half-month rent for July, we also deposited half of the amount we pay for garbage. Fair, right? Nope. She also let us know we have to pay the entire month of garbage even only being there for two weeks.

What a rip off. She'll get a full month out of the next people, too. I'm sure. For Rosa, it's all about the money. Never in my life have I heard anyone argue over twenty cents as she did when we moved in. Over two thousand dollars a month we paid them in rent and she argued it down to the penny.

We had the garbage can empty, but Jim made sure to fill it up with as much as he could before we left including the poop he scooped out of the backyard. He'd like to flush cement down the toilets, but resisted the urge.

Yesterday, we were set to settle up with her and get out of there. Nope, we should have known it wouldn't be that easy. She told us the oven door couldn't be replaced- we have to pay for a whole new oven.

At this point, we need to be done with them. The stress they've caused us since moving here has already been too much.

Then, she let us know the two spots on the wall are a huge problem too. They can't find that same paint to fix the spots, so we have to pay to have the whole wall painted.

Pretty much- she's getting what she wanted. New paint at our expense. On top of that, Johannes is too busy to do it since he's working {whatever that means} so we have to pay to have someone paint it since they're losing money every day on that rental.

We'll be getting an estimate for both on Monday. We're exhausted.