40 minutes looking for socks and the joys of owning a home

It's a new year and a fresh start...at least that is what my pastor keeps saying. I am ready for a fresh start. We bought a house on January 5th and moved in on the 10th. My life has been nonstop high speed crazy since then.

Thursday I had the cleaners out to give the empty house a good scrub. We also had the exterminator come out that afternoon as well. Dustin and I have a rule about bugs...whoever finds it kills it unless we can convince the dog to take a shot at it. He hates bugs more than I and I don't like them too much myself. Might as well have a fresh start for $125 and avoid bugs all together. Friday was the next round of service people. We had the air ducts cleared for the sake of Dustin's allergies and because I made the mistake of watching the TV show How Clean is Your House, we got the carpet cleaned too.

While we were moving (HUGE thanks to the almost 20 Terrific Tapestry people that came out to help in the rain and hail) Dustin fell and cracked his rib...during the first part of the morning.

I am beginning to learn a lot about home-ownership. We paid $195 for the cleaners to clean an empty house...they left old lipstick kisses on windows untouched, cob webs in the bed room, grease on the stove, dead bugs on the window seal...and so on. The bug guy tried to get us locked into a quarterly agreement. The air duct person didn't put the HVAC unit back together properly and now it won't cut off and and our bedroom is 85 degrees and the carpet people broke the valve on our outside faucet and left the water running and we did not discover it until last night.

On top of that....AB hates the new house. She hates her new room. She screams if we put her on the floor to walk around. I tried to unpack a couple of boxes into a closet and she kept closing the door every time I would walk away to grab the next box. Last night when we pulled into the driveway, AB recognized the house and screamed NOOOOoooooooo! and started crying. We then called BopBaw who sang Diamonds on the Souls of Her Shoes which seemed to calm her down.

Moose doesn't know which way is up and yesterday when I put him in his crate he was hesitant and when I got home from church I found out why...he had gotten sick all in his crate. Poor dog.

This morning I was 40 minutes late for work looking for a pair of socks. Needless to say, I ended up at work late with no socks. I am trying to stay positive and trying to find a way to channel my frustrations...for AB it is screaming, moose is choosing diarrhea, I might just choose blogging. I will let you know how that works...you will just have to keep checking back!

This is a photo of us the day we closed on the house. it's not my favortie photo but life is too short to worry about what you look like. This is what it looked like and that is that.