Oh, the joys of home ownership.
Like when you joyfully spend $1700 to have your attic re-insulated. A giant truck (literally almost as tall as the house) appears in your driveway, bales of insulation are sent through a chipper and it is all piped via a gigantic tube through your second floor window and up the ladder into the depths of the attic.
(Oh and the city just repaved your street the week before so you had the joy of being awoken at 6am by other large trucks milling down the street for two days straight and are trapped in your driveway and late for work one day.)
Followed by the joy of a bulge appearing in your living room ceiling, a la “Stranger Things”.
And the next morning the bulge is bigger …
And when you poke it, water pours out. Such joy. As in, most likely your hall bath toilet is leaking and you need to tear open the living room ceiling to find the leak.
And then, as you sarcastically type a post about the joys of home ownership, your husband informs you the motor on the heat pump is not working and that’s why the house is so hot today. Excuse me while I call the HVAC folks and inject some joy into their day …
Cheers – CT