Beautiful paint, all moved in, tons of boxes still, but enough closet and garage space to hide them... kitchen fully functioning, pantry organized like never before, enough cabinet space for a sippy drawer and a whole baking corner, everything a chocolate-chip-cookie-lover could want. Finally hot showers after one ice-cold one and some really greasy hair (don't worry I bathed the kids at Lizzie's.) Everything is good. Well everything WAS good, (except for the tragedy of no internet or cable until next WEDNESDAY. You can imagine my feelings of isolation. All the things I imagine blogging about but can't. All the lives I want updates on. Blasted Time Warner Cable!) Like I said everything WAS good until.....
Friday night, we're watching Lion King (thanks Kodi) and I walk over to the guest bathroom to... use it, and the door is shut atop a very wet carpet floor. what? I open it up and. Wow. The tub is full of brown water, the floor is covered in brown water, the toilet is dripping with brown water. Oh wait, my feet are getting wet. And yes it stinks. Like a porta potty.
Yes, my week-old home has had a sewage back-up. And it feels like we are living in the engine of an airplane since they have our entire bath/laundry/play/and half of the dining room taped off and drying under huge NOISY blowers. It's awful. They've ripped out the carpet, the drywall a few feet up, and the cabinets. My beautiful new home is torn apart. What on earth?
I'm just feeling grateful that it's not really our problem and the builder is taking care of it. Sigh. That's the latest.
I'm hogging the computer at Lizzie's between conference sessions. Can't wait for Wednesday.