Monday, November 29, 2010

Water Damage and other things that make me go grrrrrrr!

Well Thanksgiving is over and I think it was a success.  Eight adults and three children were fed and all seemed to enjoy themselves so score one for me.  Things seemed to be going well till this morning I am lying in bed listening to my husband getting ready for work and the shit hit the fan.  While he was shaving and letting the water run (grrrrr) the pipe under the sink lets go and gallons of water flood out onto the floor and starts dripping through into the den below.  Well this is not something that I want to deal with at 6 in the morning.  I am starting to want to hunt down the previous owner and give him a beating.  So now I have electric space heaters running and I am obsessively blow drying my den ceiling, so much for getting any laundry done today!  Yet another thing that is on my mind lately is Christmas.  This year is going to be the tightest year yet with the new house and all it's old house problems.  When I tell family members that we are not going to be exchanging gifts this year I get mixed reactions but oh well I have to do what I need to do.  The kids are the only ones on my Christmas list this year and all I care about is that they have a good Christmas.  I guess I will get back to the den ceiling, wish me luck!

Scene of the crime!!

Monday, November 15, 2010

The joys of buying a 100 year old house.

Well my husband and I both grew up in older homes so it seemed like a good idea for our first home to be a little bit of a handy man special.  We were very fortunate to find a home that someone had started to renovate and had done alot of the cosmetic kitchen, paint, siding and roof.  I vividly recall as we did our final walk through the realtor saying "I'm sure once it is yours you will start to see more and more little things that need to get done."  Being caught up in the first time home buying experience I brushed it off and on we went to closing.  Now it is not a bad house by any stretch but there are a few things that are a problem, one of them being a super wet field stone basement.  The first time it rained I swear I could hear the water pouring in through the foundation.  That one is gonna be a ongoing issue until we come across some serious money.  The next thing was a funny smell in the downstairs bathroom that only I seemed to notice.  Well lo and behold whoever framed out the wall nailed all the boards through the drain pipe for the upstairs bathroom.  That was a lovely find.  Moldy drywall, insulation and flooring was not something I wanted my two little ones crawling around in so that one had to get tackled immediately.  Now here is the newest discovery I have made.  While laying in bed the other night I hear a loud chewing in the wall next to my head...a little concerning to say the least.  All I could picture was this thing chewing it's way through the wall to great me in the morning.  So I guess now we have a family of mice inhabiting our bedroom walls and I am sure the rest of the house.  Ohhhhh and I think there might be a  squirrel in the attic judging from what sounds like something rolling a acorn around up there.  So there you have it, the next 30 odd years of my life wrapped up in mold and vermin.  It isn't that bad though because it is OURS and for the first time in my life I can paint a wall whatever color I want or decide I want to plant a tree in the front yard and for that I am soooo happy.  My kids will have a comfortable home to grow up in and maybe someday will decide that they too want a house that is a little older with some classic charm.

Here she is!!! Our home....perfect even with all her flaws.

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Letting it out.

Well this is a first for me but as a SAHM with little to no friends nearby it seems like something that will make me feel connected to the world.  I have two wonderful children Noah and Isabella.  Noah is a 3 year old that some days makes me want to stick my head in the oven and Isabella is 8 months and just at that pinchable cheek age.  My husband and I just recently moved to New Hampshire after living in Virginia for a year and a half.  I didn't really get to know anyone while we were living in Va. because as soon as we got there I found out I was pregnant with my daughter and  8 weeks later was thrushed into the world of a high risk pregnancy.  Now I know a lot of women have dealt with much worse but I guess I am a huge baby and this really through me for a loop.  I don't think I have cried more in my life.  At my 13 week Nuchal Translucency ultrasound the doctor informed me that A) I was having a baby girl YIPEE and  B) that her NT was too large at 3.6mm and that this usually is a sign that the baby has Downs Syndrome.  I drove home in a fog that really didn't lift for the remainder of the pregnancy.  I had a CVS that came back all clear of chromosome disorders but I just couldn't let the fear go.  I spent my second and last pregnancy a total and complete wreck and about 900 miles away from any family or friends.  I had numerous tests and ultrasounds throughout the pregnancy and none of them could give me the peace of mind back.  I also felt like I just didn't get the support from my friends or family that I needed.  Let me take that back my husband was so incredible and I don't think I could have lived through it without him...yes there were times when the anxiety made me want to kill myself.  I would get so worked up crying that I could not breath and just did not want to deal with it anymore.  Now as you can tell I am still dealing with the PTSD of this experience and I just have not met one person who I can relate to and I feel really alone with it.  My daughter was born on March 3 2010 and is me anyway.  She does have a large birthmark on her forehead, nose and over her left eye but after all the things they told me could be wrong I think that this is small potatoes but it doesn't stop insensitive ignorant people from noticing and pointing it out everytime I am out with her.  Well anyhow I am hoping that writing about my experiences will help me in some way to sort through them and let them go so that I can really start enjoying my baby and not reliving the horrendous nine months prior to her beautiful arrival.