I have a lot to catch up on. This has been quite an exciting week. I was looking forward to a nice relaxing weekend this past weekend before the busy-ness of Thanksgiving, but what I got was far from relaxing. On Friday morning, I went to the doctor to get a shot of progesterone to jump start my cycle. That was no fun, and I still wear the bruise on my rear end. Shortly after we returned home, the plumbers came to look yet again for our phantom leak. They ripped out my stove and tore out some sheet rock and discovered that it looked like the wall on the other side was even worse than our wall. So they nearly forced their way into our neighbor’s house, and as soon as they stepped foot inside, the smell of mold heavily assaulted their senses. They looked around and discovered that the carpet was absolutely SATURATED and that the kitchen ceiling was on the floor of the kitchen. There was standing water in the kitchen and mold growing all the way up the cabinets. When they went upstairs, they discovered that the toilet bowl had a crack in it. Instead of turning off the water to the toilet or calling our landlord, the lady just let the toilet flood her bathroom and then the rest of the house! And, yes, there were still people living there! The plumber immediately called our landlord who showed up as soon as he could which was later that night. He called in some professional mold cleaners to look the place over, and they told us that we needed to move because the mold level in our house from our neighbor’s leak was at 45% in some places and over 100% in others! I was panicked because we had been planning for my family to come to our house on Thanksgiving. How in the world were we going to get moved on time, and where in the world would we move to? Landlord to the rescue! It just so happened that Bridgeforth, the landlord, had at least three places open. We looked at all three and settled on the third. Then we went to eat with our friends, the Durhams.
At dinner, Christopher and I began to panic again because we began to realize everything that moving entailed. We had to be packed and ready to go by the next day because we had no idea when the movers would be there. So after we ate, Beth and Davy helped us search dumpsters until we had enough boxes. I sent an email out to our church that night, and Saturday morning the Bairds showed up ready to help me pack. They got most of the upstairs packed while I did most of the downstairs. (Christopher was at work all day.) I was relieved to find out that afternoon that the movers would come on Monday. But that meant I had to ask off of work. Thankfully, my boss is very kind and understanding and let me off without any problems.
Sunday, Christopher and I packed all day, and we began moving things into our new house. Monday morning, the movers came, and I spent the day unpacking. The Durhams came over that evening and helped out. Tuesday after work I unpacked until Christopher came home. Then I let him take over while I chilled out with a good book. Wednesday, I unpacked some more and then began cooking for Thanksgiving dinner.
My family arrived early afternoon on Thursday. Christopher had to work all day so we planned to have a late supper. Tawni came over and we all played games and had a grand time until it was time to do more cooking. Dinner was delicious, and it was great hosting my first Thanksgiving! Friday, Mom, Christina, Tawni, Christopher, and I all went shopping. We were out for way too long and all were very tired and ready to end the shopping trip by 4. (We didn’t start until about 11.)
So there is the story of my week. Today has been a good day. Christopher and I got plenty of sleep last night, and were able to spend the day together. He left for work about an hour ago, so I have the evening to myself. I plan to do some cleaning and maybe some unpacking if I can motivate myself enough.
As crazy as everything has been lately, we have been greatly blessed. We have a newer, bigger, prettier house that isn’t across the street from a bar. I FINALLY started a new cycle thanks to the progesterone shot in the rear. And I start Clomid in three days. That’s right. Bring the fertility meds on! So, all in all, we are happy and well, and I have nothing else to write about. I’m signing off!
