This is one of those posts I drafted but didn’t publish because it is so whiny. And frankly if I posted most of the many restoration posts I have in my draft folder this blog would get too depressed and self destruct.
But in light of the 100 things happening in our lives, I feel the need to keep it real. And this is our reality.
The song I attached to my Instagram post with the restoration truck is cracking me up. The company name is NWA Restore-It (which I blacked out on social media but all you readers are friends here and I would climb a roof to tell any of you NOT to use them, but I digress) and if you plug the company name into the song Never Ending Story it fits perfectly. They began restoration on our home over two YEARS ago. Today they showed up unannounced at 8am and ran my water until 5pm.
First of all, if ANYone had showed up to work at 8am and put in a full days work at any point during the last two years, then the house would be done by now. Or at least if they’d arrived at 8am on ANY of the days they were scheduled to work at 8, instead of 9:30, 11:30, 1, or the most common, 3pm to work for 1 hour after I waited all day for them and then leave.
But hey they showed up and decided today was the day. They pressure washed the decks for the 4th time to try and get the paint they spilled all over it off and prep them to be stained. We had a disagreement about product because they insisted a solid paint stain was our ONLY option for restoration of the decks. They stained the front deck a month ago.
Annnnd the paint is chipping and peeling and looks like crap and they insisted that is “normal wear and tear for a deck.”
So I reported back to our insurance and they will be back to fix the peeling stain and will be using a different product on the back decks, saying that they say are a “freebie” because they weren’t fire damaged.
Nooo but they WERE destroyed when you decided to bust out the steps and rails during demolition and then painted the cabinets and doors on top of them, so....not really a freebie, more like a “fixie” 🤷🏻♀️
Having workers at the house was way too hard on the twins and one was so disregulated he became violent and non verbal, and after a good hit to the face and a bite on my cheek, I packed up my babies and the school books and we went to my parents house.
Just like we were doing an entire YEAR ago.
Will they ever have a big enough window of tolerance to handle any change in routine like typical children?
Will this horrible company ever finish my home? During the power washing today they ripped off big paint off the house siding so that now needs to be touched up. And on and on it goes in a horrible version Groundhog Day that repeats itself.
Speaking of Groundhog Day, we go to court next week. It’s the same old song, but I’m legally bound to not speak. But someday, the whistle will blow.
I’ve been reading Saints Volume 1 to help me have a better attitude about trials and long suffering. These magnificent faithful Saints! They dealt with so much tribulation and many of them never saw the happy ending during their lifetimes. I’m inspired by the faith of all those who joyfully sang All Is Well and then died praising God for sustaining them in their sufferings.
Thine afflictions shall by for thy good!
Just like Phil in Groundhog Day, maybe it’s not the circumstance that needs to change. Maybe it’s just me. The past few years have changed me, for sure...but whether it’s for the better is yet to be determined.
Right now I’m just tired and weary.
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