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Everything that Can Break, Will (31 Days of Nesting: day 7)

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Alright. We are week into this series. Let's air the dirty laundry (incidentally, something I already had to do when the clothes washer filled with water, but didn't run its cycle).

That's right, I'm going to share the broken list because when you own a home, particularly a pre-owned home (did we decide on that terminology?), things are going to break. It makes it a little hard to maintain enthusiasm over my new space when it keeps saying, "Oh, and another thing... ."

Alas, that's what it does. I think my house is just so excited to have an owner love it. It's like that puppy who gets excited to see people and pees on everything. My house is peeing on everything.

Here are some of the things that have gone awry since I arrived just over a month ago (mind you, these are in addition to things we already knew were wrong):

  • On its second use, the dishwasher oozed bubbles onto my kitchen floor. I've been hand-washing ever since.

  • The air conditioner condensation run-off (I think that's what it's called) was blocked, causing a small flood in my basement. I cleaned up the water and my husband and I ran all new PVC.

  • One of the bathrooms began to smell like a sewer due to some sort of gross build-up in the pipes under the sink. My husband replaced those pipes.

  • Around its 8th use, the clothes washer filled but didn't run its cycle (as aforementioned). We disassembled the machine and found my son's sock wound through the pump. His socks now go in mesh laundry bags.

  • A tree fell during a normal (non-epic, non-hurricane) rain. It's still laying there.

  • The thermostat went blank and I had no air conditioning or heating for all of last week (we began the week with highs in the upper-80s and finished with lows in the 40s, so I could have used both). The transformer had blown and has now been replaced, though the HVAC guy warned me he's not sure what made it blow in the first place, so it could happen again.

  • On its 4th use and 20 minutes into a 25-minute baking process, the oven beeped and displayed an error. I troubleshooted myself with some help from Google. I don't think I fixed it, but it didn't do it again the last time I tried to bake (for only 10 minutes).

  • The first month's water bill arrived indicating I had used 22,000 gallons of water (a typical household uses about 6,000 gallons per month), which means there must be something leaking somewhere, especially worrisome since I don't see or hear any running water. The plumber is scheduled to come look.


These are the things that occupy my time. These are the things that push my other projects further down the list. These are the things that make me repeatedly say, "Seriously?!"

Calm down, puppy. I'm happy to give belly rubs. Just please stop peeing everywhere.
31days-webThroughout October, I will be continuing this story  of getting acquainted with my home and making it my own as part of the 31 days challenge. Catch up on any posts you may have missed here: 31 Days of Nest Building.

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