However, the water is rising.
My husband shares a cell phone plan with his dad, it's been helpful for maintaining contact when issues related to the tenant arise or more recently when catastrophes occur. And trust me, if there was a catastrophe contest we'd win hands down. So, my husband is now operating a household without a dishwasher, microwave OR a refrigerator.
The fridge is a recent development, and left us all so heartsick. With all the Lenten sales we were able to pick up some great deals on fish and a lamb roast super cheap so we tossed them into the freezer of our gorgeous side by side stainless steel refrigerator. Until a day last week when the compressor went bad and instead of simply not keeping things cold, it went kaput and heated all the contents of both the fridge and freezer. It wasn't noticeable at first because the light still came on inside and things like butter and ketchup were a-okay.
To add insult to injury, it's rather expensive to dispose of trash at $1.50 per bag. There are a lot more restrictions on what is accepted for recycling as well. Garbage tags are always hard for us to budget for compared to our previous living situations where you could take it all out to the curb like reverse Christmas. We were always a source of job security for our trash man in the old 'hood.
We were able to move what was salvageable up to the in-law apartment upstairs. It only boasts an apartment sized refrigerator though, so there was still a lot that had to be pitched into the trash. Such a crushing blow. Mr. Fabulous has been so resourceful with our meager food budget. It was a miracle that we had anything in reserve at all, frankly. And now we don't.
Prior to the appliances all deciding to commit suicide, we had a sewer back up in the basement. It wouldn't have been anything major if it had happened to any other home on the block. Of course, this being our home, well it wasn't that simple. A note was taped up with bold sharpie block letters stating that there was a plumbing issue and that a service appointment was scheduled for later in the day.
The Tenant read and disregarded this. Mr. Fabulous came home to discover that the use of the laundry room had forced ungodly amounts of sewage not only up through the drains in the floor of the unfinished portions of the basement but also into our living area. The baskets of laundry that had been sitting in the laundry room awaiting their date with the washer and dryer were destroyed, coated in sewage. There was no way to assure they were sanitized. Submerging them into the washer just seemed like a way to invite trouble for kids who have a severe skin ailment. And then how could you be certain that the washer was then free of contaminents?
"I just couldn't wait until after the plumber was here to do my wash!" was the reply. And then my husband's head exploded inwardly because, of course, he has to tread lightly with her. Why? Oh don't even get me started.
The basement bathroom and carpeted areas were a mess. We don't have renters insurance, so like all the other times something has gone disastrously awry we were left shaking our heads and wringing our hands. Once again, Life presented an opportunity for us to move forward with even fewer personal possessions. Toys, book, clothing and last but not least a portion of our coping skills were tossed out with the
The water is rising, indeed.
How am I not sitting in a corner with my head in my hands sobbing, "WHY? WHY WHY?" Don't worry, I've been there. I have been in such a state of distress that the only prayer I could muster was a simple, breathless "please?" as my heart raced and my head spun. We've lost it all by some standards. I don't know what my standards are for measuring loss at this juncture, but we have each other - barely. Eric's cell phone bill is over and he's on a no call protocol until the next billing cycle. I am deeply pained by this.
We've lost our home, our friends and neighbors along with it, our income and the ability to just enjoy floating along this life of ours. The kids aren't all "little kids" any longer. Decisions and needs present themselves that are much more urgent at this stage.
The waters aren't only rising, they're shark infested.
I have reached out to some dear friends who know our struggles intimately asking for very specific prayers. For a long while I felt the need to keep things pretty confidential but I can't be prideful at this point. I can't let my husband's desire for privacy limit our opportunities. There is nothing worse than sharing a struggle with a friend only to hear that they wish they had known, they could have helped! I've been in that boat too many times before, and it is not the way to reach our destination. So I'm blasting it out to there: WE NEED HELP. SOS! Our family needs to move into a new house that will allow us to keep our pets in an area with good schools, and we will find jobs. We are in desperate need of an incredible deal on rent, we have a big family and are priced out of the market in many of the areas we have been looking at. So, all geographical locations will be considered.
My plea for you is to share. Please spread this message far and wide, I can't do this on my own. I need you, my friends in The Blogiverse. I can be reached via Thefivelittlemonkeys@gmail.com and will be pressing publish and awaiting some sign that my plea has been heard.
The waters are rising, and I refuse to let this family drown.