Breaking point

Just when I think I've reached mine, I press on somehow and get through it. DH & I moved into our home 3 1/2 years ago. Since then, we've discovered we're not handy people by nature and that home ownership is a lot of hard work and expense. Upon moving in, we knew we had to replace the roof. We did that at our 1 year ownership anniversary. Then we discovered a mold problem, cleaned it up and realized it was because the crawl space wasn't insulated or vapour barriered (on one portion of our home - "new" section). DH & I insulted and vapour barriered on our 2nd year ownership anniversary. Since that time (Nov), moisture has been building up under the vapour barrier. We since figured out that we went about it all wrong and now have to scrap that "new" section and re-do it. We discovered this because our bedroom floor (which is plywood I might add...had to tear up the carpet because of the mold) was wet. The only saving grace is that we didn't put laminate down in the bedroom, which would've been ruined as well.

I just can't believe after all our hard work and effort that it's gone down the toilet! The vb isn't a big issue as we have the remainder of the roll in the garage. But the insulation wasn't cheap and now we have to tear it down and replace it since it's wet. I just can't believe it!!! I'm so angry. I was never meant to be a handy-woman. The two of us have no idea what we're doing. We have several other projects waiting in the wings and now we have to back track because of this??!! I'm so f*&%ing frustrated, I can't even tell you. When we realized this big mess, I just wanted to curl up in a ball and cry. I know renting is a HUGE waste of money, but I see why people do it. To avoid the headaches of ownership. *heavy sigh* Anyway, thanks for letting me vent. I just need to suck it up and press on...or avoid it, which is probably what I'm doing. Well, not really. I'm trying really hard to have faith that everything will work out. And I'm sure it will. Just hard to have that faith in times when you need it the most.

And of course, all this is fueled by DD waking me several times throughout the night. Oh, and being a stinker this morning. She likes to throw her food on the floor. I wouldn't speak to her until we left the house, for fear of yelling my head off. Yes, I do realize she's just a little girl, but she is completely aware of what she's doing. When I finally did talk to her I said, 'see what it's like not to be listened too??!!' Not like she understands but it made me feel better. :) I would definitely handle things better if it's wasn't a bunch of things at once...but that's how life goes. Well, I better run. TTFN!
~B