My sewer pipe has some sort of blockage.
I mean, since I needed something else go go wrong with the house.
My sump pump pumps into my washing machine (which is utterly disgusting and prevents me from doing laundry) and vice versa.
The city is checking it out to make sure the problem isn't on their end (which I'm sure, given my luck of late, that it isn't), after which I'll have to call a plumber to come out and charge me a million dollars to fix it.
Oh yeah, so Drea finally went back to work on Monday. When I told her I needed her to pay rent she said she might not be able to come up with it right away. That's fine, I didn't expect it right freaking now. What's funny is the reason she can't come up with it right away.
Turns out the people who are in charge of her short-term disability think she should have gone back to work two weeks earlier than she actually did.
Huh. What a coincidence. I thought so too!
Last night at about 12:30 she decided to leave the house and go to a titty bar or something. This is all well and good, only her kids were at the house. They were sleeping, thankfully, the little monsters. The problem isn't last night - the problem is this morning. Obviously she doesn't want to wake up when her kids wake up, so her kids are wandering around while Tandra and I are trying to get ready and stuff. Her daughter just walked right into the bathroom while I was drying off from the shower, butt-ass naked. I glared at her and said "get out!!" Tandra was in there with me and said "maybe she has to go to the bathroom." I said "Maybe she needs to learn to knock on the fscking bathroom door when it's closed." Christ.
And no, I won't tell you how to pronounce 'fscking'.
Plumber didn't charge me a million dollars - only $125. However, my sewer line has collapsed and I need a repair that's going to cost a minimum of three grand.
Did I mention that both of my cars are broken down? I think I did.
This kind of s h i t makes me feel like I'm not big-time or successful enough to swing this homeownership thing. I can't deal with $3k repairs. My credit cards aren't even paid off and my cars are broken down.
Okay, that's not true, Tandra's car is fitzed. That still doesn't help me with finding the $3,000 medallion that's hiding just out of reach.
I don't know what my options are at this point but the thought occurs to me of selling the house and taking a loss on the deal. This means I move out, but I still have a house payment. That's a pretty f u c k i n g s h i t t y idea. Mortgage AND rent? Ass. And not the kind of thing I'd be able to pay off any time soon. Sure, maybe I could get it refinanced, but that doesn't change the fact that I wind up owing $5000 because I bought and sold a house within a year, and it happened to break within that year. 5 grand is a lot to have to pay for a mistake like that.
Dad says he doesn't think homeowner's insurance will cover this because it falls under the category of routine maintenance. "It's not catastrophic", he said. Bull crap it's not.
I'm starting to resent the house. That is not a good development.