Wednesday that our household goods would be arriving Thursday. We were so excited that we were not only getting out of hotel, but into our own bed! When the items arrived it was a bitter sweet moment. Item after item was broken. Some of our broken things are: both TV stands, dining room chair, bookshelf, dresser, etc. Even though they are just things, I think we are somewhat frustrated with having to go through the ordeal of claiming these items and getting them fixed or replaced. We are still in great spirits though! Will and I are getting used to rural living. I freaked out because I thought I saw a lizard on the floor, it was only tape.
These are our top 3 favorite stories so far.
Washer/Dryer:
Will hooked up the washer and dryer out in the garage commenting how easy it was. After he was done I had him come inside for a much needed break. After awhile, we started hearing sounds. Not sure if it was the sounds of the house, dishwasher, or washing machine, Will went to the garage to further inspect. Next thing I heard was Will screaming, “It’s FLOODING! It’s FLOODING!” I scrambled to put on my tennis shoes went out to join Will and half of the garage was flooded with water. Will is running around repeating, “It’s FLOODING!” I grab a broom
Will and I are truly experiencing the lack of storage in our new home. We decided that we would take a break at 7:30 pm and go get some storage items and dinner. By 8:45 we were starving in the grocery line. Will and I went into the “Family Friendly” line and were stuck in line behind someone “less fortunate” and not paying with cash…. Of course, we have no problem with people with WIC services, but we were frustrated with the amount of coupons and conversations she was striking up with the cashier. Finally, by 8:50 we were out of there heading home and yes, starving! We came inside, Will decided to start arranging shelves in the fridge BEFORE we ate and a fridge shelf dropped and the pickles fell down on our carpet. Thank goodness, it only opened, the juice poured out, yet the pickles remained. I’m hungry, grumpy, and now frustrated. Will grabs a paper towel and starts wiping off the dill seeds off the carpet onto the kitchen floor. I am looking at Will like he is crazy, I grab the carpet, and Will and I take it out on the porch. I take this 5 x 7 rug and shake it out. So now pickle juice is not only streaming down the window (look closely at the window picture), but a nice bit of vinegar gets into my eyes! Will is trying to get me inside to wash them out, I cannot even open my eyes to figure out where to go, and again, we still haven’t eaten. Around 9:15 p.m. we finally ate and eventually got the rug cleaned and put back into the kitchen. Another side note: Will said the pickles were just fine and returned the liquid-less pickles back into the fridge.
Will has now decided he is an experienced handy man. He put in another wire shelf into our closet above the other one. After realizing he measured wrong and needed it cut a little shorter he also decided that he needed a tool belt! Man, Will loves his tool belt. He successfully installed the shelf (second time’s a charm). We unpacked all of our clothes and made the closet our space. This morning, I went to open the closet and had a little bit of a struggle. I turned on the light and low and behold…a bent shelf. Luckily, it is NOT the one Will installed. So the good news is that Will and I will be looking for an armoire today.