... I will have a non ghetto laundry room. I refuse to believe that this is an impossible task. Thousands of Americans are living in their purchased homes with fully functioning laundry rooms with ceilings. I refuse to believe my laundry room will be in squalor forever. If I give up this dream than I will have lost and I refuse to lose the battle over this room. I have fought the good fight for six years now and god dammit, out of sheer principle I refuse to give up.
But let me tell you something- I still don't have a functioning laundry sink. I still have no ceiling. The door that goes to the back porch still doesn't shut or even open some days. I am still missing an entire wall. But the kicker? The kicker was walking into the laundry room on Saturday to see this:
For weeks I have been complaining about the dryer. At first I thought maybe I'm trying to dry too much at once and that's why things are still kind of damp. I ask Matt and he says yes, that's totally it. OK. So I start doing half loads thinking it's weird because for six years it's worked just fine. Then I notice that even half loads aren't getting totally dry and that I'm having to put them through at least two and sometimes up to four cycles just to get them dry enough to fold them. Again, I ask Matt and he flat out tells me I'm just looking for something to complain about. Which clearly isn't true, because if that was the case I have a plethora of other things I could complain about.
So after my complete bitching about the dryer very much not working he said he'd look at it. It stayed like this for two days before he tells me he believes it's not completely broken just that it needs two cylanoid thingies. Whatever. Apparently, they are $21 (total, each.. nobody knows) and so I'm taking my Etsy shop money and buying them. Because I can't be relying on my mom to dry my laundry or the clothes line forever. It is August which means the warmer temperatures are going to be a fleeting memory soon.
It's just another in a long line of frustrations. I don't think I need to mention that the insulation around the foundation of the house never happened this summer either. I appreciate that we've been busy but I also appreciate he's had plenty of weekends from May until now to at least get one section done. But no. So again this winter I look forward to outrageous heating bills and a freezing cold house. Someone once told me these are my glory years. And I have to think that can't possibly be true.