I went rummaging through my archived posts to find my V-day post and realized it’s been a awhile since I posted. (Longer than I thought.) Life has a funny way of sneaking by, doesn’t it?
I have been buried in other projects that are business-related, so my personal blogging has taken a back seat. I have updated the bucket list, however. Finding words isn’t as fun as scratching things off the bucket list!
Since July 2012 (when I last posted), I started a business and wrote a book with my mother. That’s been an adventure, and it has consumed a lot of my spare time. In other news, hubby and I went hiking in Utah and Arizona (see bucket list) and then fell into the pit that is the holiday season. I mean…not a bad pit…an endearing one. Can pits be endearing? Aw, hell, the holidays are stressful…let’s be real.
Oh and my last post was about the water intrusion. Update there: hiring a contractor was hellish, so hubby is going to do the work himself. All except for a few things like drywall that he doesn’t like doing. The floor is still ripped up, there are still no baseboards, there is still mildew on the walls, and it’s exactly as it was. We’ll get there.
Writing is cathartic for me, so I will try not to let time slip away on here again.
I just need to vent for a moment.
What has been going on with water intrusion in our house is frustrating, angering, maddening, and seemingly never ending. When I tell others about what is going on with our recent War with Water, most people are blowing it off as “part of homeownership.” Frankly, I’m tired of hearing that.
They have said it for everything that we have experienced as far as the downside of homeownership goes. “Yep, that’s the joy of owning a home.” It comes across as unsympathetic and inconsiderate of the fact that we are frustrated beyond reason. To me, it’s equivalent to seeing someone fall down and then waking by shrugging and walking away, then turning around and making a comment about why that person fell “well if you weren’t skipping along enjoying life…”
I can’t decide if people who say this are just oblivious to the fact that I am about to lose my mind over a constant stream (no pun intended) of household issues or if they are trying to make me regret the decision to buy a home. I would by lying if I said I have not had thoughts of regretting buying a home these days. Sometimes I wonder if new home construction would have been better…because it’s likely I would have been onsite everyday micromanaging the construction to make sure it was done right.
I worry day and night that the water intrusion will cause mildew and mold in our house, which will render it unsellable in the future, should we decide to resell. This has caused me a loss of sleep that is only making it more maddening.
Here is my promise to all other homeowners – even those who have “shrugged and walked away” in response to our recent issues:
I promise to always be empathetic to all things that are “just part of homeownership” because it doesn’t make it any easier to be told that it “just comes with the territory.” I will assume you knew what you were getting into when you made the decision to buy. I will do my best to help you brainstorm what the problem might be, if it is of unknown origin. I promise to never make snide or sarcastic remarks in regard to the “joy of homeownership.”
This law applies to firefighter’s wives when their husbands are on shift. If anything can happen, it will. When he’s home nothing goes wrong.
Things that have happened while hubby was on shift:
- Cat breaks leg
- Car gets flat tire
- Outlet leaks water
- Lightswitch leaks water
- Cat eats toy(s), diagnosed with PICA, eventually throws up said toys four days later
- Cat goes into shock after annual shots
- Sprinkler explodes, flooding front of house (interior)
- Undefined light comes on in dashboard in car
- Signatures for refinance are required
- I get sick
And there are many others.
I am so grateful that he is in a profession where he helps others, and it feeds his adrenaline junkie nature. And I would by lying if I didn’t admit that I wish people would just stop setting things on fire and having heart attacks when shit happens at our house and I need him.
Ah, well. C’est la vie.