More Exhaustion

Sitting here in the condo, late Saturday night. Lisa's showering, I'm drying and writing this.

Why?

Because we needed to finish cleaning the condo before tomorrow's walkthrough with Wes.

And...

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We can't shower at our own FREAKING HOME.

Last night, in our first night home (on our anniversary no less), as Dad drained the tub from his bath and I flushed the toilet from my inagural dump, I noticed that my flush didn't go nearly as seamlessly as I am used to. Then it began to gurgle. Then burp, with large air bubbles popping up.

What the fuck. It was like I was living at SewerSide3 all over again.

Then when he tried to flush, he got the burping and bubbling. Great.

This morning, we told Jose about it and he spent much of the day working on it, to no avail. He called Frank, who sent a snaking tool around noon. Then two helpers around four. By this point, I had called Mr. Rooter and he was on his way. The guys from Frank were able to snake it to the point where they could get one good flush in, but then gurgling after that. Mr. Rooter wanted to know why we didn't have a four-inch clean-out.

good freaking question, my man.

As it turned out, there is one under the house... but he could only snake it so far. So we have a call into the dark lord (who, of course, does not return calls on the Sabbath)... so we're in a holding pattern (literally there for a while, as the boys held it until they could go over to the Coreys' to go to the bathroom this afternoon... the Coreys are out of town, but we have a key... thank goodness).

Meanwhile, Jose has spent much the of the time we have actually had with him dealing with issues not of our devising (most of yesterday--his first day back from dealing with his mom's non-heart attack--working on fixes from the City's last non-inspection pass... and today was spent on plumbing issues)... while he was able to help me put up the master closet stuff, he's only begun to work on the boys' desks (in the meantime, I've done the entertainment center on my own...) and of course with him unable to do some stuff, it's thrown off my schedule as well... Jack's bed isn't built yet, nor is Lisa and mine... and I haven't been able to set up the network or the upstairs entertainment center (DVD and PS2).

Also, there's been a snafu with Reeds: not all the furniture arrived (bedroom stuff for Kyle is missing until next week) AND they shipped the wrong barstools. Of course, that last one may be a blessing... we have no room in the house or garage at the moment (yesterday's move from Dad's was a nightmare of comic [or is that cosmic] proportions... wave after wave of furniture kept coming... we're packed to the gills...

Lisa's out of the shower now, and we'll head home to a house filled with two sleeping boys and one sleeping grandpa... my back is killing me... and I have only vague hopes that tomorrow will be any better.

Any hopes for moving into the house and being hit by a wave of euphoria or ecstasy has subsided into a fear of Lisa's that we're now trapped in a Money Pit...