So, where to start.....
I've mentioned before in a post that we had some leaks a few months back, but those were in our office(technically the sun room). Well, the leak of late is in our bedroom and it has been dripping on and off for the whole two and a half years that we've lived here.
We informed the landlord early on and were told that it was just the wind blowing the rain in weirdly
(to us this explanation did not make sense, but did give us a clear picture of our landlord, he was not going to be helpful to us...ever...and he's proven that over and over again).
So we gave up, put a bucket under the leak and vowed to do everything in our power to not have to call this man if we could help it.
Over the years other things have leaked, broken etc. and we've called him. But it was always to the same end, nothing was really done (slapping a band aid fix over it that eventually failed, if anything.).
So fast forward to the night before last, our bedroom ceiling caved in and we decided against calling our helpful landlord and ended up doing a quick fix ourselves to get us though.
We've had roofers here for the last few weeks and we figured that we'd talk to them in the morning and bypass the landlord. We did and the roofer looked mortified at our situation and said he'd talk to the landlord for us. Victory!
To make a long story, not as long; last night a huge thunder storm came and our "fix" didn't work and there was an avalanche of water in our bedroom....and then in Aubrey's room...then in the dining room....and in the living room...you get the picture!!
It kept coming(again I want to point out, as I did in the last post, we live on the MIDDLE floor!!! I can't imagine what is going on upstairs!).
So we spent the better part of two hours cleaning up that mess(while Aubrey was at our feet "helping") and praying that it would stop raining. We did, and it did.
I'm happy/mortified that I called the landlord(even after Zach had. I felt I needed to have my say as well) and let him have it. It was a long time coming, and I wasn't being mean, just letting him know that we are GREAT tenants who deserve to have this mess cleaned up in a timely fashion and we were frustrated that the roofers were not doing anything(I'm assuming said "helpful" landlord is not paying them, and that was kinda confirmed when I talked to the roofer myself and he looked as mad as I was....thus explaining why they've been here for two and some weeks on and off and the roof STILL isn't done.)
The landlord was trying to make it all seem like everyone else's fault and that he felt so bad for us....but he never showed up to help.
One day I will have a house.... and we will own it.... and we won't have to deal with a landlord... hmmm, but we might still have leaks... but we will fix them in a timely fashion.... and I'll be so much happier when it rains.... and I won't get drips on my head by random sketchy water drops that will cause me to become a monster.
I have a dream......
There you have it.
Whether you wanted it have it or not.
But after ALL that, Zach and I pulled ourselves out of the funk and ended up having a great date night in watching random House Hunter episodes(why do we torture ourselves so??) and the Jets game!
At least this leak business didn't happen at 4am like it did the first time. We kept chanting that to ourselves to make us feel somewhat better:)