Murphy's Law

So here we are, 5 days before the closing and I feel like I am living in the house from "The Money Pit" with Tom Hanks and Shelley Long, although with a house that is the fraction of the size (can probably fit 8 or 9 of my houses in their house), and with all the problems happening BEFORE we close! That's not the way it is supposed to work! For starters, the landscaping that we spent several thousand dollars on last November is dead. I don't mean a little wilted, I mean DEAD! The landscaper hasn't been returning my calls (of course) and the yard is OUT OF CONTROL! I have a 55 pound dog that I nearly lost in the backyard the other day - I couldn't see him through the overgrown lawn. And nevermind letting the baby go on the swingset! I'm afraid it would be like a scene from "Honey I shrunk the kids." (Let's see how many movie references I can get in this post). Hubby doesn't have time to mow the lawn either because he has been working around the clock - not on packing or this pesky little move thing either, but that's another story. So back to the money pit...

The towel bar in the master bathroom broke off. No, not just unglued and fell to the floor but BROKE taking a good chunk of the wall and the tile with it! Now I KNOW my buyers are planning to redo the bathroom anyway, but I don't know I just couldn't in good conscience leave the gaping hole there. So we busily retile, grout, caulk etc a tile wall that I will never benefit from and that won't be there for much longer anyway.

Then, we are getting ready to leave the house this weekend and I reach for the front door knob. Well, the knob pulls back easily enough but the door stays firmly in place. Yup, the knob broke off in my hand! Someone is playing with us for sure. I stand there with the knob in my hand looking around. I think I was expecting the Candid Camera people to jump out at me (ok, so it was a TV reference, but still a form of media so it still counts!). I am waiting now for the roof to cave in, the water pipe to explode, the floor to give way beneath me.. who knows. We just have to get through the next 5 days. Just 5 days.

Oh, and my 4 year old has informed me that he doesn't want to go. In pressing him a little further, I found out that he thinks that we would be living there with the family that lives there now! He is afraid that we are going to leave him there with this new family. Poor baby. He said "Mommy! I have a GREAT idea! Why don't we stay HERE with the new family?!" Yes, great idea, me, the hubby, our 2 boys, our au pair, dog cat, the new couple, their 3 children and who knows what pets. Guess we need to work on this one!