Everything you wanted to know, and then some. The honest truth, as I know it to be. Especially how I deal with being chronically ill with crohns, colitis, fibromyalgia and more. Keep up with me, the kids and anything else that goes through my brain.
I didn't share this with anyone before now. Mostly because I didn't think it was such a big deal but wow has it snowballed
A few months ago the kids left the garbage cans on the curb and a neighbor reported us. We got a $25 fine and because of it the city found out this is a rental property. We have been here 3 years and its never been inspected for rental so they made an appointment. They said they were looking for things to be clean, smoke alarms, the property in good condition outside and in. It was an 8 page list of things but nothing really out of the ordinary. Things to be sure that landlord was maintaining the property and we were not living in a slum. Also to protect the owner to be sure we are not destroying his property
The only worry I had was things being clean. For 8 years now I have been unable to clean. I mean truly clean. I think I used to have a bit of OCD as I used to want to take my own life over an unvacuumed carpet. Trust me having kids totally turned that around haha
Yet, I am the only woman with 5 boys. Ages 3 - 17 and hubby. Although they all know how to clean, when I am sick they are kids and they are boys. They will not do anything they are not asked to do. Hubby is worse then any of the children ever were.
I had some friends come over the weekend before the inspection and we did what we could. Of course I could barely talk, had dirrhea, fever, migraine, the usual stuff. So I took upstairs supervision and my gf downstairs. The 2nd floor has 3 bedrooms and a full bath. We really only had to clean the boys room and the hallway as the rest is usually clean. Still I didn't even let the kdis take showers that night before
Downstairs everyone else was to do the dining room, living room, den, kitchen, laundry area and the half bath. Of which half was already cleaned from me and the boys. Now the downstairs team consisted of 2 grown women, hubby and my 17 year old. The upstairs team was myself, my grown gf and 4 boys ages 3, 4, 10 and 11. Just keep that in mind
All this cleaning took place say on a Saturday and the inspection was on a Thursday. So all we had to do was just keep it clean. I had been really sick and never finished cleaning the things I started downstairs. You know how us girls are. Cleaning behind the stove, fridge, washer and dryer. Cleaning the fridge and walls where the kids put their hands.
(take coffee and smoke break here)
The last time I was there, I left instructions on what was left to be done. That was before an inspection was ever thought about. All of what I did plus it was a "downstairs team" going over stuff, I thought it was nothing to worry about. So the night before I yelled downstairs to hubby. Who said that everything was cared for. My 17 year old assured me the kitchen was done and he was putting up clothes
Finally I thought its over AND they had to finally clean all the things I wanted done haha. So I thought. I didn't go downstairs the night before but I had been down there before then. I knew things were awful but that hubby said he would handle it. I wasn't worried at all
The morning of the inspection I forgot my coffee pot was up here. It was not plugged into one off those safety outlets so I took it downstairs. Soon as I turned the corner I started to cry. Right by the front door was dirty clothes, a pile of trash no one got up and more stuff. As I went to the kitchen I see dishes in the sink, on the floor, dirty pots on the stove that looked days old, NOTHING was washed off. The kitchen table was full of...crap. The floor wasn't even swept let alone mopped. I just started weeping
As I went to go back upstairs I see the laundry area. Which really isnt an area. Just a little space in a very short hallway that takes you from the kitchen to the bath then to the den. There were dirty clothes piled half way to the top of the bathroom door. I couldn't even get past the pile to enter the den but from where I stood I saw not one thing at all had been done. Nothing touched what so ever. This was hubbys room and he didn't allow us to clean it before, he said he would. It looked like a party had been thrown in there
I started back upstairs and at that point the inspector and landlord were coming in. At first the inspector said that if we can just show him the smoke ..ors are ok he will just leave and its all ok. Then he took out his flashlight and started walking around again. To check the den. He then saw the kitchen in real light. (Its only 1 window and very dim without a light you cant see anything) He made a sound like he would puke. He then started to talk about things
(ok get another cup of coffee, almost done)
When we got upstairs, the only thing he said was that the boys rooms shouldve been vacuumed and my 17 year old didnt clean his room at all. He said he wouldnt cite me for it but when he came back he wanted it all clean. Then he went back to talking about downstairs. At first I just couldnt believe all the crap he was saying. This and that not clean, blah blah blah. I knew it had to be. Weeks ago I started cleaning the walls and when I got sick, left instructions of what to finish. I thought the man was just being a prick
On my kids free weekend, I figured I would just finish doing what I could. I went to the kitchen and open the blinds, the door and turned on the light. I then saw everything the man was talking about. No one did anything. Not hubby, not my son nor my friend. The counters were not washed at all, the appliances all were just nasty, the tile on the back that I started to clean and said to finish...seems like someone put more crap on it. Like they tossed a can of sauce across the wall. I was in total shock and amazement.
It took me almost 3 hours to just surface clean. All the time I was crying. I had already spent 4 days washing and putting up clothes, me and the little boys, because hubby and the older boy just wont. My feet wouldnt fit any shoes but my flip flops, the kids had broken my crutches so I had to keep sitting every 10 minutes, my knee was so swollen I had to put shorts on to give it room to swell, etc. Hubby watches me do this all the time and yet does nothing
I had to sit there and think. The man said if the house isnt clean when he comes back we have to go to court. If we go to court children and family services is notified. Then we can lose the kids. Even though there is no sign of any bug or mouse ever being in our house, the pest company says they never saw such a thing. He says its not even a trace that anything has ever been here before. The inspector still says if we have a pile of clothes mice can live in it. If we dont vacuum every day, we will get roaches. Again even though we have paper work to show him we never had a bug or pest ever. What can I do?
I cant keep cleaning everything. Its 5 of them and 1 of me. I already have to clean the bathroom daily, my room daily, care for me and a 3 year old DAILY! Last night the 3 year old had the runs and I had to clean the toilet and all. Then this morning, like clockwork, I started my day off on the toilet at 6a. Again having to clean me, the toilet, put in both our clothes in the wash etc. On top of this the other kids still had school. By the time they left at 8:30a I was back to laying in my bed talking the baby, shaking in pain and trying not to cry infront of him again. With him rubbing my back saying "its ok mommy, its ok"
The maid service will only dust and vacuum type. They wont wash a year of dirth and handprints off the wall. I have no other family here. My closest friend lives 45 minutes away and anway, we tried that already and that ditn work out too well
(alright, almost done for real now hahaha)
I know when I am upset I just cant tell a story. I am way too emotional, I been crying for weeks, I spent 4 hours sitting in the kitchen yesterday thinking why I should not cut my wrists and just end it all. I just think I need prayer at this point as I am just unsure what to try next
Today I have a fever, diarrhea, exausted, my chest hurts, my knee wont been, my becitis in my hip is causing me to walk with a limp, making my back hurt much worse (if thats possible), my vision is still so poor as I am back on the predinsone (another story entirely), I am in a full flare, I been crying before this inspection ever came up from pain and now its so much worse I have lost about 15lbs (YEAH! I know, I am stupid haha), my hair and nails are falling out again, etc. I just can go on and on and on but you know what I mean. This on top of being sick for about 4 months straight. With them saying nothing but its the flu, its a cold, nothing we can do. Now my body is just so shot to heck.
Yet hubby still has been off work 3 days and done nothing. I just cant keep going. I dont want to lose my kids but I dont want to lose my marriage. The only thigns we ever truly disagree on are what clean means and the kids. Hubby is a GREAT hubby, lousy father and roommate. I am just so out of idea. I dont want to lose my kids. I just cant. I just cant
and we always will!
--- Live your life in such a way that when your feet hit the floor in the morning, Satan shudders and says, "Oh shit...she's awake!"
exhausted 
No comments:
Post a Comment