Kitchen Disaster Update.
Yesterday the property manager stopped by to see the kitchen. First time he’s been here to check on it since the insurance adjuster was here more than 70 days ago.
He is very hard to read, but I think he was horrified at the disaster. All he said was, “I’m so sorry.” Twice.
Then Tyler asked him what he thought was going on with the contractor and the property manager said, “That’s what I’m going to find out.” Then he walked out and slammed the door.
I would love to be a fly on the wall during that conversation.
It’s been so long my kids can’t even remember what it’s like to have a kitchen. They discuss what it was like when we used to cook meals, like they are fond memories of days gone by.
After I went to the property manager’s office last week and told him how much everything sucks in this house (specifically, in writing too) and that we were moving out the property manager must have called the contractor. The next day a different contractor showed up. He said that the first contractor went to school with him, and they’re don’t work together, but Contractor #1 had called him and begged him to come help him work on this kitchen.
Then Contractor #2 went on to tell me that looking around the kitchen he was horrified, and he didn’t want his business name attached to this. He said it was sloppy work and he wouldn’t do things this way. He said he takes pride in his work.
Oh well. Not my problem. Because I’m moving to a house I own, where I won’t be powerless when dealing with this crap!
Then Contractor #2 told me he was planning on getting everything possible done this weekend so that the counter tops could be put in first thing next week. He asked me how early he could come to work on the kitchen. I said any time he gets here is fine, it doesn’t really matter to me at this point.
And…no one came to work on it all weekend.
What the heck?
It’s so disconcerting to have strangers coming in and out of my house all the time. The back door finally locks, but I don’t have a key to it. The contractors have the keys. I locked the door, and they just come right in.
Last week my dog cornered them and tried to actually bite them twice. One time I didn’t realize what was happening and some girl (a girlfriend of one of the workers who was just hanging out in my kitchen…) managed to run out the kitchen door and come bang on the front door to ask for help. Those guys were about to pee their pants.
I cannot wait to have locking doors that I only have keys too, where no people are in my house but our family, or people we open the door and knowingly let in. I can’t tell you how miserable it feels to not be alone in your own house at any given time for months on end. I don’t know why this is happening to me.
We found out that the sellers at our new house are willing to fix everything we asked for on our repair list! I am pleased with that. I didn’t think they would fix all of it. That includes the radon mitigation system.
Packing is going slowly, but it’s happening! I’ve packed up all of the books. We have tons. I only have one shelf of homeschool books left to pack.
I went through all of the misc. laundry disaster and sorted out the winter clothes, folded and put away the summer clothes, rewashed anything that was too wrinkled or whatever. Took all of the clothes out that we no longer wear and put them in a donation bag. I just have a few more girls clothes to go through in a spare closet that I forgot about. It was a lot of work to do all of that, it took me an entire day between caring for the kids and everything else. I’m so glad that’s nearly done! Big relief.
Today I want to finish packing the toys in the living room. I’m carefully organizing things and putting pieces back with their sets as I go, so it’s taking some effort. When we move we’re going back to the rule where we only get out one toy at a time then fully put it away before getting anything else out. We somehow got away from doing that after Christmas and everything went crazy. shudder
The kitchen is already packed, of course. I just need to wrap some of the dishes so they won’t break while moving.
I have to tackle the school room closet. That will be a big job, but I’m ready!
Packing really hasn’t been that difficult this time around. Not like it was the first time we moved. It’s just a matter of finding time to put stuff in boxes neatly without Henry destroying things.
He’s so grumpy lately, and not sleeping well. I think it’s from getting his two year molars. He just wants to nurse and be held 24/7. When he’s not nursing and cuddling he’s breaking something or biting the girls. I am exhausted. Hurry up teeth!
I will leave you with this. LOL