Why does (whomever) hate me?
We finally got the basement finished again, last tuesday to be exact. Walls done, gorgeous trim, new ceiling, inset lights, doors, painted, and brand spanking new carpeting.
And it's in the process of flooding right now.
This is literally $20,000 worth of work, and 9 months worth of time, and we're having this huge storm, and the water is coming in from a different area than before, and flooding it all again. (of course since the water is coming in elsewhere and it is not a failure of all of the special protective water systems we had installed, fixing it is out of pocket again, or calling in the homeowners people...again... and seeing if they will give us the money to fix it, and then up our rates... again).
Seriously. I have no idea what to do. My will to do anything about it is gone. Clearly, someone doesn't want us to ever have our basement space back. Doesn't ever want us to have the teensiest bit of money in our pockets. Doesn't ever want us to just sit back and say Ahhhhhh.
I can't even think about it, everytime I do I start bawling again. I am a complete wreck. Isn't it bad enough that I hate my job, my marriage is consistently rocky, my Mother In Law is the bane of my existence and in my face at least twice a week if not more often, isn't that enough. Can't we catch a break, just for 5 minutes?
And it's in the process of flooding right now.
This is literally $20,000 worth of work, and 9 months worth of time, and we're having this huge storm, and the water is coming in from a different area than before, and flooding it all again. (of course since the water is coming in elsewhere and it is not a failure of all of the special protective water systems we had installed, fixing it is out of pocket again, or calling in the homeowners people...again... and seeing if they will give us the money to fix it, and then up our rates... again).
Seriously. I have no idea what to do. My will to do anything about it is gone. Clearly, someone doesn't want us to ever have our basement space back. Doesn't ever want us to have the teensiest bit of money in our pockets. Doesn't ever want us to just sit back and say Ahhhhhh.
I can't even think about it, everytime I do I start bawling again. I am a complete wreck. Isn't it bad enough that I hate my job, my marriage is consistently rocky, my Mother In Law is the bane of my existence and in my face at least twice a week if not more often, isn't that enough. Can't we catch a break, just for 5 minutes?
posted by Maria at 9:48 PM
3 Comments:
I am so sorry sweetie, truly. {{{{HUGS!!}}}}
Hi Maria,
If you are Ernie's daughter, I'm an old childhood neighbor. By weird coincidence I came upon a list of your siblings names and your (I assume) dad's audio story at Logos. If you're not Mimi, none of this will make sense. :-) If you are Mimi, I just to acknowledge what a compelling storyteller your father is. Also, yeah, the flooding and how it seems things could be a BIT easier. I live on a river that' supposed to flood this spring, and I teach composition at the local community college. Lemme know if this is you. -Rochelle
Oh Maria that totally sucks!!! :( I wish I could help!
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