This week. It has not been my favorite.
I have been really, really trying to put on my best Pollyanna smile and push through all the crap we've been dealing with for the past month. I feel like I shouldn't complain. So much about my life is SO GREAT. I have been dreaming of living in Europe for all of my adult life. I have wanted babies for ages, and now I have two adorable, healthy girls on their way. Colby's current job gives us so much more quality time together, and is such a wonderful opportunity for us. This is supposed to be the happily ever after part. You're not supposed to ugly cry during your happily ever after. Three times in one week.
The downhill slide started last Saturday when we got home from Ikea and started to assemble our furniture. I was so excited because we would finally have a place to put the piles of linens, office supplies and winter gear that were looming all about the house. I don't do so well with piles of crap and chaos, and we've been living with exactly that for almost two months now. So, I was overjoyed to have a desk, coat closet and linen closet. Everything went perfectly until we got to the linen closet, and realized that the system we had purchased was 100% customizable and every single piece had to be purchased separately. We'd done so well--we had the cabinet portion, the door, the doorknobs, the wire baskets... but no shelves. We didn't have the fucking shelves. I know it's so stupid, and it was really about so much more, but that was just the final straw. I broke down and sobbed over the $15 Ikea shelves that were 45 minutes and at least a few weekends away.
Once I finally calmed down, I checked my email, and we had a message from our realtor. You see, I've been keeping a secret from you. A secret that I was protecting because it seemed to good to be true and I was so terrified it was all going to fall apart in the end. AND IT DID! Pessimism rules the day! While we had taken our South Carolina house off of the market in May and decided to rent it out, we found some great renters who fell in love with our house and decided that not only did they want to live in it, they wanted to buy it. HUZZAH!!! They offered our full asking price and only asked us to pay about 1/3 of the closing costs, and it was amazing. We weren't going to have the stress of being landlords times two, and we were actually going to walk away with a nice bundle of cash in hand.
And then there was the inspection. Where they found termites. And an issue with the air conditioner. And a gas leak. And we racked up close to $2500 in repairs.
And then their loan fell through. Even though they'd been preapproved.
And we weren't selling our house anymore. Ugly cry #2.
The family is still planning to move in as renters, though we're still awaiting a finalized contract, but this has been hanging over our heads since May, and we were so ready for June 28th to arrive so it would finally be over. Instead, we're renting out the house on a month to month basis while the buyers pursue other financing options, and we get to continue having it hang over our heads possibly until the end of the year. Wonderful.
Then, yesterday I decided to break out my fabulous new steam mop and do a little cleaning since the floors are finally becoming visible. We left most of our appliances at home, but brought over our television and DVD player to use with a transformer. It's been working beautifully, so when I saw that the steam mop needed 1500 watts to work, and the tv and Bluray combined took less than 200 watts, I switched out the 7000 watt transformer that they were plugged into and used the 750 watt transformer instead. I blissfully mopped the floors, then decided it was time for a Sex and the City break. I made sure everything was plugged in properly, double checked the wattage, plugged in the transformer, switched it on and... KABOOM. The plug exploded and there was the festive smell of burning in the air.
Ugly cry #3.
I called Colby, who immediately panicked because he thought I'd hurt myself, and I could barely choke out the words that I was pretty sure I'd just destroyed our 1 1/2 year old $1500 television. Because he is amazing, he immediately came home to figure out what had happened because I was too scared that if I touched anything I would fry myself and our unborn children. I spend the next 20 minutes sobbing on the couch, furious with myself, with the world for refusing to make my life easier and convert to a single voltage, the Air Base for giving us a shitty transformer... pretty much the world in general. In the one stroke of good luck we've had all week, Colby discovered that I had only blown out the $7 surge protector, and miracle of miracles, the televison is fine. We're still not sure what happened except that we probably had a defective transformer, and we shouldn't trust anything from the Air Force lending locker.
So, I am more than ready to see this week out the door. I don't know for sure if next week will be any better, but it is at least starting out with the advantage that it isn't THIS week. And at this point, that alone is good enough for me.