probably not. But, I wanted to let y’all know I still have a beating heart just not a hand that has felt the desire to tap, tap, tap away on the keyboard. We were officially out of our house for four weeks and six days, we moved back in the Friday before Mother’s Day only to find out after five short days that we would be moving right back out. Yep, you read that correctly. My gorgeous new flooring was soaked, the plumber was called and we were checking into Chateau a la Schack once more. I was devastated, crushed and had never wanted my house to suddenly burn down to the ground as much as I did that Thursday morning. The original leak was fixed but this time there is a slow leak coming from the pipe going into our water heater and in my closet which leads to our washer. Our insurance adjuster feels so badly that he as somehow coerced Farmer’s into allowing him to approve a complete partial redirect of our pipes, sweet right? The work will begin tomorrow, the contractor was out this morning to assess the reroute which will go over in our ceiling and will be capped off in Payton’s room which means the dry wall in her room is coming off, luckily, I always buy too much paint so I have plenty for that re-do. Jim has finally seen my point on why I wanted to move so badly (besides the obvious of which is our shitty, white trash neighbors) so we have finally considered as a couple that once all the repairs are 100% fixed we will look into renting and/or selling. Please let the sun shine down on the Atkinson’s abode for once in two months, this mama would sure appreciate it.
So for now, and the next two to three weeks we are residing in a two-bedroom suite a few miles up the road while a portion of my new hardwood flooring is ripped up, acoustic ceiling is cut into (and hopefully scrapped off), pipes are cut and re-directed all of which will one day bring us to normalcy again. I just have to thank my lucky stars that this little boy is not here yet because I don’t know how either us would be coping with the biggest challenge our relationship has even endured.
So, there you have it. I am alive, whiny and bitchy as ever. Positive posts to come. . . 🙂
On a sidenote, I have felt the first flutters of my little Brayden. Ahhh. . .the best feeling.
I’m glad you’re still alive and kicking, girl! We do miss you so much! We’re just worried with what happened with you. But I’m glad that you’ve been really productive making your house better. Good job!