But because our playroom- our lovely, carpeted, four-hundred square foot room in our lovely, newly purchased house- just flooded for the second. time.
I don't like to complain online much. But right now? After going to bed at 12:30 and waking up at only to realize that I have sunk my feet into a giant beige swamp? I'm in pain. And I just have to vent. It costs $2,000 a pop to dry it up. We are on the wait list for gutters and getting on the list (today) for an outdoor drainage solution, a total of another $7,000. And the owner before? Says they had no idea.
I call B.S.
They renovated this house for over six months, so if it didn't happen with them, then they MUST have seen damage from before. And if it didn't happen before? Then they must have done something that makes it happen now. To me, it's just that simple. What are the chances we would get water, massive quantities, two times in six weeks and it hasn't happened in the decade before? I'm going for slim to none.
I just don't know what to do. I feel completely, disgustingly powerless in this situation. And I've now lost basically all sleep and acquired strained crazy ligaments in my pregnancy loosened pelvis from A. Trying to be fun with Declan and letting him sit on my foot as I walked. (Hey, smart idea prego lady!! Why don't you add 25 pounds to one leg and kick it around?! wise!) and B. Trying to save some furniture from getting soaked.
ahh. AHhhh. AHHH!!!!
But I realized there are two things that you can do for me. (Unless you are a real estate attorney ready to get them to pay... then you win this card hands down!)
1. Please, please, please vote for Declan. We are in first place (and will win $500 to Old Navy!) and I used all my energy until late last night trying to keep him there. It's the last day of voting. You need to click on this link, click "vote", become a fan of Bump Club once they ask, and then make sure the "vote" turned to a green check mark, otherwise it didn't register. If it didn't, just click again. It should work that time.
2. Please tell me any and all horror stories of home ownership that you've encountered. If you can relive the tale. It's Halloween. A day for scary stories. And I need some compadre-ism.
UGGHHHHh. I'm thinking it's bad when you have professional flood driers on speed dial...
LIVE THE MURRAYED LIFE