So I haven’t been having one of those days, I’ve been having one of those months.
I’m trying, I’m really trying to stay positive. But then little things like this happen.
Insurance called today. They aren’t even going to send someone out to our home to look at the kitchen damage because,
‘We don’t cover slow leaks only catastrophic, big honkin, fire hydrant pipe bursting ones that spew at least 15 gallons of water a second. Who cares if it’s not your fault and you didn’t have a camera installed in your wall to detect the start of your homes downward spiral. And since the contractor couldn’t even determine the cause of the damage it won’t do us any good to send someone out. So fork over the bucks, tear your home apart and if once the walls come down you find a LEAK that spills out say more than a tiny leak would then you can consider calling us back because we may or may not help you then.'
Prince Erik is going to call the guy back and see if he can’t have more luck than I did, but it’s not looking hopeful.
So I’m envisioning ‘Extreme-Home-Make-Over-Demolition-Type-Party for the kitchen. Anyone want to come take out their aggressions on my cabinets, floors and walls – Just let me know? Otherwise I’ll be picturing our Homeowners Insurance Company with each and every $22,000 swing.
That and it looks as if I’ll really have to get another job other than my real one of being a mom.
O.K. my pity-party is over. I’m fine now. Thanks for letting me rant.