When we last left our heroine, she was licking her wounds but determined that things would look up...
Monday, Todd and I dropped the kids off once again and hit the deck, working as hard as we could to meet our 5:45 move-out time. I asked around to see if anyone had noticed whoever it was that had hauled off our stuff, but no one had. We took trip after trip to Goodwill and our storage unit, patched, painted, sweated, and generally looked forward to getting it all done.
Late that night, after Todd made one final trip, we sat at home and gave each other a weary toast. It was hard and it had sucked, but it was over.
Tuesday morning, we awoke to find a giant puddle of water in our living room under the a/c unit. (Sidenote: anyone know why it's "a/c" and not "a.c." or "AC"? What's up with the slash?) Out here, we have no central a/c. Each room has it's own unit. We soaked up the mess with towels and Todd set about evaluating the unit while I hopped in the shower.
The water pressure in the shower was seriously impaired. I had noticed our overall water pressure declining but we'd chalked it up to sediment accumulating in the lines. The sink, washer, and toilets weren't faring well either and we just assumed the well was churing up more sediment than usual. With water simply falling out of the shower head, it took forever to wash and rinse, dancing around to catch what I could.
I jumped out and took Caroline and Hannah to the pediatricians to double-check Caroline's double-ear infection, since her sleep patterns hadn't improved. I felt hammered and slightly delirioius from serious sleep deprivation. While in the office, Todd called to inform me that we had no water. None at all.
Great. Day One in new house with all hope of retreat cut off: Down one a/c unit and all water.
The peditrician gave us our first bit of good news in forever when she announced Caroline's ears totally clear - miraculous considering it had only been one week. But that, I'm afraid, is where the good news stopped.
Todd and I scrambled to find a plumber, but when that failed, began looking for hotels. The water came and went for the rest of the day - never more than just a trickle, though, and we decided the problem was more likely well-related than a plumbing issue.
Todd had to go to work and I sat at home trying to keep the girls happy without running water or the benefit of a/c in our main living/kitchen/dining area. We decided there was enough water to attempt making it through the night - which was a good thing, since there was a golf tournament in town and nary a hotel room for the taking.
Wednesday seemed like it was going to be better. We had managed to get the a/c unit limping along enough to mitigate the heat, though not entirely up to par, without leaking a couple of gallons onto our floor. (Sidenote: linoleum may not be the most attractive flooring option, but it does clean up like a dream.)
The water pressure had resumed enough to make teeth-brushing and toilet flushing possible. Todd headed out early to work and dropped Hannah off at Mrs. Barbara's on the way, so it was just Caroline and me. I called around and found a well company who was available to come out and evaluate our situation.
By mid-afternoon, I decided we had enough water flow to try a small load of laundry. I started it while Caroline was napping and then worked in my office for a while. When I came back into the living room about a half hour later, the whole dining area and kitchen were flooded. Yep, flooded.
I scrambled to get boxes of photo albums and keepsakes out of the puddles and up onto dry ground, barely saving our wedding pictures. While I grabbed every spare towel in the house and began sopping up the mess, I dawned on me that the drain pipe must have pulled loose from the back of the washing machine. So while we didn't have enough water for anyone other than Todd to bathe, we did have enough to flood my dining room and kitchen.
It's a good thing the floor in that room has more dips and dives than an amusement park roller coaster - it makes for convenient pooling. And besides, if it hadn't flooded, I never would have known how much mouse crap was under my washer and dryer!
The well company came out and pronounced the well, which we share with our neighbors, old and rusted. The pump and pipes and wiring all had to be replaced to the tune of about $3400. Fortunately for us, my dad agreed to split the cost with our neighbor.
That evening was Mom's Night Out, which I was clearly looking forward to, given all that had happened. By the time the washing machine flooded, I just laughed because really, what else can you do?
And here's when you'll start to say, "Oh, c'mon, Julia, surely this is the end of the post." And it should be. But it isn't. On the way to Mom's Night, Todd's car had some sort of short in the electrical system. I couldn't adjust the seat and every time I tried the door locks would start clicking and the flashers would, well, flash. Given my short stature when seated, this was a real problem. I looked like a four-year-old who had hijacked mom's car. By the time I got there my back was nearly spasming and my neck was tight from stretching and straining.
On the ride home, it functioned just fine, letting me adjust the seat. Which was a good thing because it's one hell of a winding road home and I was not looking forward to handling it from a gangster-ly backseat stance. But when I pulled up to our gate and put the car in park, the interior lights and radio went out. Then, when I parked in front of our house and turned of the engine, the lights refused to turn off. I had to wake Todd at 12:30 at night to go do something about it. The following morning he had to ride to work with his head up against the headliner like he was in a clown car because once again the seat adjusters wouldn't work.
As I type, the well is being repaired. We'll take Todd's car in to be evaluated soon. And - oh yeah - Jake, one our dogs, has heartworm. $600 right there.
I should start taking bets on what's set to go wrong next. At least I could make a little money for my pain.
That's it. I think.