I am ready to sell this freaking fixer upper at a loss just to get out of it. I am sick of all the little crap that goes wrong that I have no idea how to fix. To figure it out takes days, weeks, and costs millions of lives. I can’t do this any longer.
I had a friend come in and fix the freaking drip in the kids’ bathroom which is the larger bathroom in my home. Now, the hot water won’t freaking even turn on. I am pissed. Shuffling four children through my bathroom in a day (and my bathroom is the size of a broom closet and the shower alone only holds half a human being) is completely unrealistic.
I’m thinking I want a rental, that I sign a forever lease on which keeps my rent the same, protects me from them selling the friggin’ property out from under me and requires the landlord to do the handyman work.
The other option is to find and marry Prince Charming. He only has to be good at three things: home repairs, sex, and conversation. Okay, it would be good if he picked up after himself and had a job. Now, what the hell odds are those?
I’m doomed!
