We are totally all moved in now.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I am so funny.
Well, we did manage to finish unpacking the kitchen. We ate so much take-out that I started whining about how I was sure I was getting scurvy, or maybe rickets, I couldn’t be sure, and DAMMIT we needed to get back to eating like moderately healthful humans. So we put everything away in a flurry of negotiations (whose wine glasses get to go in the rack? do we keep both crockpots?) and then the kitchen was ready for use at last.
We celebrated this auspicious event with a trip to Kroger to spend what little money we haven’t already spent at Lowe’s, and just to give you an idea of how bad things had gotten, Chickadee got ALL EXCITED about having BANANAS. Yes.
So now things are good in the sense that there are assorted cereals for breakfast (and english muffins! and a place to toast them!) and sandwiches for lunch and tonight we grilled an enormous slab of salmon on the grill and ate it with jasmine rice and a big salad and I could’ve died happy after that, truly, but then before we put the kids to bed we sat out in the gazebo/casino and had ice cream bars. I think I can say that having the kitchen in order is the key to my heart.
Now Otto… dear, dear Otto. Keep in mind that this is a man who lived well into his 30s as a bachelor, and now he not only has a houseful of boxes, he has a houseful of CHILDREN strewing things about. And though Otto is trying to keep all of his important stuff (like tools) out in the garage and out of their reach, the garage is also full of boxes and other crap, and so I’m thinking he MUST be feeling the strain or at least a bit of claustrophobia at this point.
Otto is, however, being a remarkably good sport about everything.
Why, when we arrived at closing and our final walkthrough of the property revealed that the owners hadn’t finished opening the pool, he calmly dealt with the realtors while I sat in the corner and spit nails. We were assured that there was ONLY ONE treatment to go and the pool people would be there that very afternoon, so we went ahead and closed on the house, anyway.
Then when the pool people didn’t show up and didn’t return calls, Otto continued trying to reach them and assuring me that everything would be fine, and when the pool guy finally showed Otto went out to learn from the master and find out how to do everything.
Even once we found out that the pool was close to a thousand gallons of water short—with a water level too low to operate the filter, necessitating filling—and due to the water restrictions here in Drought Country it could only be filled between midnight and ten on Saturday mornings, he was unruffled. When I suggested, on Friday night, that he just get up early to fill it, he insisted on staying up late on Saturday to start filling it so that the kids could swim first thing on Saturday morning.
He stayed up several hours filling the pool and messing with the chemicals and doing who knows what all else, and finally came to bed very late. Being the supportive wife that I am, I was sleeping.
Early this morning Otto went out to skim the pool one last time before we let the kids swim. (The kids, meanwhile, were running around in their bathing suits already.) He discovered that the newly-filled pool was… at about the same water level at which he’d started.
Which explains the low water level. It wasn’t that they hadn’t finished filling it. It’s that the pool has a leak.
A high leak, yes, but a leak nonetheless.
This was the closest I saw Otto come to losing his shit over the current state of chaos. He can deal with the kids and the mess and the boxes and never-ending trips to buy “just one more thing,” but having stayed up half the night to inadvertently water the lawn and having to face two disappointed children was more than he could take. Especially since this is about problem number 47 created by the sellers of the house being, shall we say, less than wholly truthful about the state of the property.
Although—even then, he was grumpy for about an hour and then was fine. This is why I married him, because his picture appears in the dictionary next to “unflappable.”
In summary: Cooking is good. Having a pool we can’t actually use is bad. Otto is very patient and also cooks a mean salmon. And ice cream is good for just about whatever ails you.