I’m not better. But I was accidentally poisoned, so it’s hard to tell whether I am reacting to that or whether the few days of feeling wonderful was just a fluke, a short remission. A few days ago I was feeling 100% positive about my chances at resolution. But then I woke up hurting and I remembered that some people go their whole lives taking painkillers and never know what causes their pain. I’m working hard on the elimination diet, I am. But I’m so hungry, Internet! I’m just so hungry. And I was so careful! And I woke up hurting anyway and it’s not fair.
In other news, I’ve been writing Jack’s monthly letter for 6 months now. This first one promises to be a doozy. Note to self: get pictures of Jacksercise, our fond name for ‘thank god I can put him down for a little while in the bouncer-saucer thing’. He really gets going in there.
And still OTHER news: STAIRS! Monday, the incredibly expensive stairs guy will show up and start building stairs. I overruled my dad on the stairs issue (we were planning to wait till the drywall was finished up there before building stairs) because how the hell are we supposed to clean out the attic for the drywall guys without stairs? So. Tomorrow we go to the bank to borrow more money, and Monday we’ll hand over most of that money to the stairs guy. I hope this is one artful set of stairs. Seriously. And also? This whole thing is bringing up issues for me. Like, HOW DO YOU SELL SOMEONE A 2 STORY HOUSE WITHOUT STAIRS TO THE SECOND STORY!???????
I don’t have adequate words for how much I hate the company that built our house. I thought after a year, it would fade and I’d be able to think about this project without wanting to slash someone’s tires, but I’m not over it. Fuckers. The house is great, really it is. But the hidden costs were outrageous and that bullshit they pulled about how cape cod houses don’t come with stairs to the second floor really ruined my image of their customer service. Admit you made a mistake and fix it, assholes.
We’ll never see reimbursement for these stairs, or the drywall we had to rip down and replace, or the re-framing we had to do to correct the misaligned doors, or the house wrap we had to buy because they forgot to put ours on, or the wood we had to replace when the wood they sent down her was moldy. They’ll never see the money we owe them for the dormers, but I’m sure they were aware they came away the winners in that situation. “Just fax us your receipts and we’ll cut you a check”, my ass. Is the whole construction industry just corrupt to the core?
I bet you wish I’d talk about my hands some more, don’t you? Hi, I’m Debbie Downer.