I'm super duper annoyed with myself for being a slacker. It's totally fair for you all to be annoyed with me too. I can't really explain why I haven't been blogging much without sounding like Whiney Whinerson, so I'll try to keep it brief since I don't love crying into my blog like it's a hankie:
Some dudes royally screwed the pooch with our house (Remember? The gorgeous, monster house I love so dearly and posted about before? That house. Yup.) and we ended up with a basement (which is where the kids' rooms are) full of mold. And, as it turns out, basement walls full of water. And a bunch of douchey contractors that refused to acknowledge the scope of the problem until I took it upon myself to start ripping baseboards off the walls. It's awesome. No, like truly AWESOME. That nonsense isn't fit for human habitation so I have all 4 kids sleeping in my bedroom. Yup - all 4. (On the plus side, hooray for a master bedroom big enough for 1 queen bed, 1 crib, 1 Pack 'n Play and 1 twin-sized bed!) And remember my struggles with Chronic Laundry Buildup? Imagine what CLB symptoms look like when I no longer have THREE closets in which to hang 4 children's worth of clothing and when I cannot fold the 894 onesies Peyton has into dressers or the 9,476 socks Jack possesses or the 88 pairs of pants I have for the twins are homeless due to dressers being in mold-infested places. So I've brought the dresser drawers upstairs and they ALSO number among the orphaned furniture items now cluttering up my bedroom. And I have essentially no time to do anything because I spend about 75% of my life on the phone trying to get someone to do something beyond painting Killz on some baseboards and expecting me to be happy with that.
Dudes, it sucks. Look:
And this is what I found when I pulled the baseboards off the wall in Peyton's room. Grody, no?
So I've been a super delightful person lately and haven't really wanted to burden anyone with my anger and frustration - my poor kiddos get enough of it as it is. (I think we're all just getting tired of me being on the phone and us being reduced to 900 square feet of living space and constantly sushing because someone is always sleeping nearby - usually Peyton or Justin if he's on night shift) and no one having their own space to go to get away from the others...
Blech. Be glad you're not me. Actually, be glad you're not the contractors working with me because I reduced 3 grown men to near tears yesterday.
Or be glad you're not a baseboard in my basement because that would mean I had abused you with a crow bar.
11 comments:
OH EM GEE!!! That is just plain awful! I'd be whining and crying so don't worry about that part. That's seriously awful! Hope you get it fixed soon before your sanity goes out the window!
O...M...G! Seriously, I can not believe what you are going through. You are probably one of the most tough, resilient, and inspiring mamas that I know and I applaud you for even dealing with all of this. I will keep you in my prayers, and I think those (bleepity bleep) contractors should just be glad you aren't making them put you up in a hilton some where. Hang in there!
Shoot (only a stronger angrier word) That is ridiculous. I would be so P.Oed. I hope that everything gets resolved quickly!
Bummer that you are having to deal with mold. I have been missing your posts though. Hopefully you will be able to return to blog land soon. Prayers for you and family AND CONTRACTORS being sent your way!! :)
That is simply awful. I've been wondering what you've been up to, and I missed reading your posts. I'm so sorry you guys have to go through this.
On a side note (and you can cyber-smack me right now for saying this), you might look back at the time when all of you were crammed into one bedroom with a smile down the road. After spending 2 months in one bedroom at my in-laws, I can actually look back on it rather fondly right now. However, we didn't have mold....but you know where I'm going with that, hopefully.
God bless you guys....seriously. Please e-mail me if you need to vent further!
Love,
C:)
WHAT?! Wait...WHHHHAAAAATTTTT?!?!?!?!?!?! Um, those contractors are lucky that it was just the baseboards that you took a crowbar to!
Holy moly. Are you getting anywhere with them? What's the plan? What are they doing for you? This happened to a co-worker of mine, and if I remember right I think there may have been a lawyer involved. :( Hope they make it right for you, and SNAPPY!!
What the F! Bullsheet! that sucks! I am so mad for you!!!!!!
But through it all, you're amazing
That is unbelievable!! Your house is brand new!! I'm glad you're holding them accountable. Hopefully they'll fix this situation ASAP.
Okay, sister. Just don't let it taint your feelings about the house. It still is a big, beautiful, and fully awesome house. It's unfortunate (euphemism) that you're going through it...but it will pass, and it will be back to being your gorgeous home. But in the meantime, you can come cry on me like I'm a hankie any time you want!
I'm so sorry, Mama! If anyone is resilient against ridiculousness and absurdity, it's you. I hope it gets resolved soon-ish and you get a break soon. Love and miss you!
This is terrible! I am SO sorry you are going through this! How will they fix this? I hope they get on it sooner rather than later. Good for you for putting them in their place...I hope they do the right thing and get to making it right.
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