I try to remain positive. I try to find the positive in every situation. At least we have a roof over our heads, a place to sleep with locks on the doors, and a bathroom with hot water to shower. We have a microwave and a tiny mini fridge, and the grocery store is right there so we can buy food as we need it. This hotel is going to be good practice for the new house. Since we've pared down what we brought, there's really only one functional bathroom, and very little room outside of sitting in your own bed to play or do anything. There's no internet (unless I use my phone as a hotspot) for the computer - spotty internet for the phones, but we do have a functional Roku - so apparently the TV does have an internet connection. There's a positive.
In the meantime, #5 has decided that hiding in the closet is a great pastime. Yesterday the kids made an air fort by putting the sheet over the air conditioning fan and stacking pillows around the edges of the sheet on the bed.
We've had a little catastrophe with the baby bunnies. Alice has decided that her nest box is also her litter box. She has urinated all over her babies, who are now covered in dried urine and are struggling to stay warm. One spotted and one dark kit have already died.
Fern is taking good care of her litter. All nine look happy and healthy. So much so that I decided to give the runt from Alice's litter a chance. The runt is a spotted kit, so caked in urine that it blends in with Fern's litter. It's already cold to the point that it doesn't really want to move much. I'm hoping the warmth of the rest of the litter will help this little one. Twice I re-checked and the foster kit had been pushed off to the side. I kept putting it back in the center of the nest. I honestly don't hold out much hope for that one, but I figured it would have better odds in an overcrowded litter with a good mom than in a fresh nest full of stinking urine-caked siblings and a mom who doesn't understand not to pee on her own babies.