Owning a home is a blessing and a curse. It's fun to decorate and have a space that's YOURS. But cleaning it all the time isn't all that enjoyable. And eventually the fun place to decorate falls apart. Right now I fear our house is slowly sinking. The house had foundation issues corrected with the previous homeowners with the exception of one section of the house. That would be the sinking section. Our Kitchen. So there's cracks in the floor, the walls are shifting and an entire cabinet section is coming down (which means my dishes are now on the floor of our guest room). And I'm trying to handle it with patience. But patience isn't my strong point. And I don't do well with living in chaos. This is an expense we are expecting to have to come up with soon.
So last week when our bathroom sink started leaking in to our bedroom, we were a little unprepared. It soaked some of our carpet and popped tiles in our middle bathroom. We didn't know where the water was coming from and had to spend some time searching. Daniel comes in to the kitchen on Saturday morning and says "I think I'm going to have to take the mirror down". Again, I don't live well in chaos. And by this time our bedroom looks like our bathroom threw up all over it. And now he wants to take the mirror down. It's a REALLY big mirror which means lots of bad luck if it breaks.
There's a scene in Turner and Hooch where Tom Hanks comes home to a DISASTER and in his shock he just starts scrubbing a counter top. I kind of felt a lot like that. I just picked up a rag and started cleaning the kitchen.
Luckily they located the leak and the mirror didn't have to come down. It was an easy fix. But now we have to fix a tile floor we didn't plan on having to fix and decide what to do about the carpet that has seen better days.
And I need to vacuum. And there are weeds in the flowerbeds. And our house is still sinking. And.....
2 comments:
Take a deep breath and know that a sinking kitchen isn't the end of the world. It will eventually get fixed and life will go back to allowing you to freak out over other not so important things, like still not fitting into all of your pre-pregnancy clothes despite the fact that your child is 11 weeks old! Which was okay while on maternity leave because you could wear yoga pants all day, but now that you have to go back to work you have nothing to wear! Oh, wait, maybe that's me. Okay, your kitchen is more important than my pants, but still, in the grand scheme and all they are both just little annoying blips that we will laugh at one day ... far in the future.
:) If I were you, I'd wear the yoga pants to work and dare someone to say something. "Really?! Did YOU just have a baby 11 weeks ago?! I didn't think so!!" Guys never know how to handle a hormonal woman. It's convenient. :)
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