It seems like ages since I've written here. It's been a long summer.
The hot water heater went on the fritz. It took a few days, but Steve was able to get it working without having to buy a brand new one. Then a malfunctioning toilet combined with a clogged pipe to flood the bathroom, which in turn dripped down and soaked a lot of the stuff we had stored in the basement. So we had to relocate a bunch of stuff to get to the mess, clean it all up and replace the toilet.
A week later, it happened again, only much worse. We finally ended up having to hire a plumber because Steve wasn't able to fix it. Paying for that visit pretty much wiped out Steve's check for the week. Come to find out, not only was a pipe clogged, but there are roots growing into the septic. So we're going to have to have him come back out to inspect the septic to see how much damage the roots have done and determine whether it can be repaired or needs to be replaced. Oh the joys of homeownership.
And of course there were the illness and injuries. Skipping meals because we didn't have time to eat, grabbing whatever we could eat on the run when we got too hungry to keep working and not getting enough sleep weakened our immune systems so both of us got sick. I wrenched my shoulder trying to catch myself when I nearly fell out of Steve's truck. His truck sits high so it's difficult for me to get in to begin with, but I was sore and tired after a long day of moving and lost my balance climbing in. Steve nearly broke a finger unloading furniture and I sliced my thumb open.
If all that wasn't enough stress, the landlord continued to be a pain in the ass to the bitter end. They texted early in the month to tell us they were back in town and ask how much longer we were going to be. Then they continued to text and call several times a day throughout the month asking if we were gone yet. Mind you, we were paid through the end of the month and actually had another month left on the lease if we needed more time.
During our final week, they started making prank calls at all hours. On our last day, I went over while Steve was at work to grab a few last items and do a walk through to make sure we didn't forget anything. They had apparently showed up after we left the night before and were camped out in the shed. I was a little nervous about being in the house with them in the backyard, especially since my daughter was with me, so I rounded up one of Steve's friends to go with me. When Steve got off work, he went over to do a final walk through for anything I missed (a good thing since I forgot some pet food that was in the garage) and turn in the keys.
I am so glad we no longer have to deal with those jerks. We've blocked their numbers on our phones and if we see them out and about (we still live in the same town), I plan on heading the other direction. Thankfully, our new house is on the opposite side of town so we will probably not be running into them very often.
Despite all the stress, we managed to make it through the move without really fighting, which is something that we've never been able to do on previous moves. We did have a few snippy moments, mainly towards the end of the move, but they blew over fast. While DD has been on the back burner for now until we got through the move and figure out how it's going to work with more people in the house, I credit it with the difference.
Despite all the chaos, we're in love with the new house. I grew up out in the country so living in town was stifling for me. Now that we're back out in the country, I feel like I can breathe again. Less traffic, only two neighbors; it's heaven to me. When things get crazy, I can go sit by the creek and let the sound of flowing water carry my stress away. It's a little late to do a garden this year, but it's definitely on the list for next year now that I have the space to do it. The kids are looking forward to the treehouse Steve is going to build them in the spring.