So, six weeks ago we noticed a wet spot on the basement carpet. Long story short, one of the pipes to the kitchen sink had a slow leak. Inside the wall. And there was mold.
The kitchen and basement were completely sealed off. I can get to the refrigerator but that's it. Luckily we had an old microwave in the garage, and we've been eating microwave food off paper plates for the last six weeks. Healthy! (I can't use the grill because I have a baby and a 5-year-old and my husband doesn't get home in time for dinner ever, so no help there).
Because this remediation company doesn't work weekends, it has taken this long to get the joint ready for the mold test to determine if it's all gone. We've tried to have this test twice before, too- this first time the tester refused to do it because the company was so sloppy about containment that he knew it would fail, the second time...it failed. They worked to clean everything up and the test was done again yesterday. Fingers crossed!
But, on Sunday I was so fed up with being in this house- that has pretty much been cut in half, and it is not a large house to begin with- surrounded by the roar of various fans/filters/dehumidifiers, that I decided to take my kids to the in-laws', four hours away, for a few days. Husband can't leave the lab so he has been on his own. Mother-in-law promised to help as much as she could so I could have some down time.
Except! My 9-month-old son has decided that the proper course of action to take, if I get more than 5 feet away from him, is to scream at the top of his lungs. He screams if my MiL tries to hold him. He fights and screams at bedtime (and I know from experience he can do this for up to 4 hours, so no crying it out). I have no idea why he's losing his goddamn mind like this. MiL JUST visited us last week. It's not like he'd never seen her before. But even my patient MiL has pretty much given up on him. He's not sick, he's eating fine. He hates the pack-n-play so I got 5 hours of sleep the night before last and about 6 last night, propped up on the couch holding him, so now my back hurts.
My 5-year-old is a great kid but when I told him we were going outside to practice baseball (game on Saturday) he whined and complained the whole time. I wanted to kick his ass, I swear. I yelled at him when he tried to argue about putting down his video game long enough to get dressed yesterday. My nerves are completely shot.
At this point I wish we'd stayed home. At home we could get out of the house for baseball practice, there are accessible parks and the library has lots of stuff to do (this is a rural area with not much going on). At home I could hand the baby off to my husband at night. Instead I am stuck with a clinging baby all day while MiL works, more sleep-deprived than usual, zero time to myself (as I type this, baby is lying at my feet, rolling around and screaming). I can't wait to go home tomorrow, honestly, which sucks because my in-laws are wonderful people and I really like it here.
At least my laundry got done, because the remediation people turned off the water to the basement before they left on Friday (God knows why) so I can't use my washer.
We are also getting new cabinets out of the deal but the insurance company still hasn't told us how much we can spend and it will take 4-6 weeks to get those ordered and installed. We might also have to replace the basement carpet (which is only 2 years old, replaced after a sewage backup- our insurance company hates us, I'm sure).
Guess I better do something about this howling baby. Thanks for reading, moms!
Submitted June 09, 2015 at 07:38PM by Maegwin79 http://ift.tt/1HmuPpm breakingmom
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