This makes absolutely no sense. But I’m not rewriting it again.
On Saturday Bob and I went to my sister’s house for my Ellie’s birthday. My baby Ellie is EIGHT. My babies are no longer babies. And I feel very old.
As we were heading home, there was A LOT of lightning all over the sky. No rain, no thunder, but endless lightning. We figured it was the horrible heat and humidity creating heat lightning.
We were about halfway home when it started to rain. Not much, but rain.
We were on the homestretch of highway when it started POURING. Torrential downpour, driving through a carwash, can’t see out the windows, POURING. It was a nightmare to drive through, but all we could think about was THE MYSTERY LEAK HAD BETTER BE LEAKING IN OUR HOUSE RIGHT NOW.
After we got home, without too much incident, Bob all but ran into the house to check for a leak. I had just barely gotten out of the car when he came back to the garage and announced that there was, in fact, leaking. Of course, the worst of the storm was over, but it was still dripping.
Bob climbed up the ladder (that the contractor left behind for us) and searched for the source. He found one. The water was dripping from a nail in the roof. He circled it with a Sharpie and drew a big arrow to it and then called and left a message for the contractor at 11:00 on Saturday night.
Sunday morning the contractor came out to look at things. He was still confused as to why it was leaking, but we now knew where it was leaking. He said he’d send his guy out first thing Monday morning to fix things.
Monday morning I was out of bed, showered, and dressed by 8:30. This is a freaking accomplishment. Then it started raining. Not a whole lot, but enough where I figured they wouldn’t be fixing my roof until it was over. But the guy showed up by 9AM and wasn’t afraid of a little rain. After taking a look at things inside, he climbed up on the roof, and fixed……something. I’m not entirely sure what. But he came back in once he had done his job and said he had his fingers crossed for us that this was finally IT.
It rained on Tuesday and there was no leak. It wasn’t substantial rain, however, so it’s hard to say if it’s fixed or not. We need a torrential downpour to know for sure. But we have hope that this is the fix we need.
In the meantime, we are scrambling to figure out if we’re actually going to be able to CLOSE on the 12th. Apparently it has not been proposed to the selling bank yet to see if they’d be willing to postpone. I guess it’s a very touchy subject and all it takes is one asshole to derail the whole thing. So we’re basically reduced to hoping like hell that this leak is fixed and we can get the wall put back together by the 10th so the appraiser can come back for a re-inspection of the finished product.
Putting in a call to the association manager today we found that she’s on vacation until NEXT MONDAY. We can’t put the wall back together without her go ahead unless we know for a fact that if we do, and it leaks again, the association will still take care of it.
We have a week.
My head just might explode before then.
Or I’m going to start stabbing people with sharp objects.
Maybe both.
If we make it through this closing, WE ARE NEVER MOVING OR SELLING THIS HOUSE. We are going to live here FOREVER just to make up for the years knocked off my life by this fucking leak.
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