We are all safe and healthy. But our house...our house is not right now.
But it will be again (like hopefully by October when our short term apartment lease runs out). It's a long, annoying story. And generally I'm not really one to blog about my feeeeeeelings. But the series of events that have let up to today have been nothing short of surreal. And as crappy as what has transpired is - I also don't want to forget this weird time in our lives. You know, when we allegedly want to look back on all this and laugh in 5 years, as everyone keeps telling me. And I also know that once it's over and we are home again - the memory will feel fake. So I'm going to chronicle what I can chronicle now. Some parts I'm intentionally leaving out for privacy as we still don't know how this story fully ends. Yes I'm being vague. But you can probably put two and two together as to why.
Screen shot from my IG account the morning of July 18, 2016:
Oh that silly asshole Irony. Amiright? So let's rewind a little bit more to late June. Theodore (who has turned into suuuch a happy, smiling, go-with-the-flow baby) was still sleeping in our bedroom at 8 weeks old. The plan was to get around to painting the new molding and doors in his nursery before moving him in. Yeah, remember when we had all the molding and doors replaced at the end of March while working on The Big Boy Room? So I never got around to painting them because I had Theodore a month early. I was beginning to get some sleep and was gearing up to start painting. As everyone knows, this summer has been particularly hot. Our old AF HVAC had been running constantly, and because it's old AF it was installed in our attic in like the 1840's or something (just kidding our house was built in '59). Apparently it's way more common to install them in closets nowadays. Anyway.
We hadn't walked into the nursery in a few days. It was basically serving as storage so I honestly can't tell you how many days it had been. But I walked in to get something, and out of the corner of my eye (or Tom's eye, I can't even remember who saw it first), there was BRIGHT GREEN FUZZY MOLD on the ceiling. Like, this ish was new. And very happy in it's environment. My plants outside the house are not that happy. I wish I could take credit for cultivating that amazing atmosphere for that mold on purpose. We quickly realized the AC unit was directly above it in the attic. So we turned it off. We were leaving to go on a mini-vaca to a lake house on the NY/NJ border the next day for 4 days. We decided it could wait to be dealt with unpon our return.
We came home. We had one bumbling plumber come over and break stuff and tell me he had no idea what the problem was after 2 hours. Thanks guy. This was the last week of June and temps were hitting 100 degrees on the reg. I packed up the babes and high tailed it to my parents house in the Catskills. We did a little more due diligence the second time around in looking for an HVAC company and waited to get on their schedule. In the meantime Tom managed to put his foot through the ceiling one day while trying to poke around up there. Add it to list.
Skipping some of melodrama of the exact issues, at end of the day we needed a new HVAC system installed. I brought the kids home on July 5th to sit still in the stifling heat (there were not enough box fans in the world for those two days, luckily the boys handled the heat better than I did) so the workers could install the new system. And the guys were great. They stayed late 2 days in a row to get that system up and running for us, and our attic was easily well over 100 degrees.
|See that tiny patch of mold that we were losing our minds over?|
|'Your attic is a mess - this is going to take a while'|
We called our usual interior contractors to come over and cut out the affected sheetrock and assess any other potential damage/treatment needed. As scary as the word 'mold' is to a homeowner (or a parent), the truth is that if the source is eliminated (broken, leaking HVAC) and the growth is removed, and everything is cleaned properly (patch of sheet rock, some insulation, lotso bleach), you really have nothing to worry about going forward. We breathed a nice cool sigh of relief. Approximately two+ weeks of hot hell was over. Yipee! Our bad luck streak had officially ended.
Let me just pause to say that it is f*cking comical to write that sentence out now. Folks, we thought that tiny patch of mold, a foot through the ceiling, and replacing the HVAC was the worst thing that could ever happen to us as homeowners.
In the meantime, we had gotten word that another set of contractors we had hired to basically redo our exterior (roof! siding! deck! fence!) were finally going to to start the work...you guessed it, the last week of my maternity leave. July 18, 2016. See IG picture above if you already forgot what the real story is about.
To be continued...