that's what I feel we live in. There are days like today that I want so much to go back to the old house. The house that was old, but loved. Things fall apart quite often in this house...likely the previous owners had other things on their plate and taking care of their house was not a priority. To say I'm frustrated is an understatement. It's like I need my Dad to live here all the time just to take care of all the things that go wrong in the house. I now once we give it a little love that it too will become like the old house but for now....AGRHHHHH. When the water was running out from under the bathroom sink downstairs and the drawers were filling with water not so nice words were coming from my mouth. The good thing is that that cabinet and the drawers are empty. Last week is was the toilet in Connor's room. The rubber split in the the little flap that goes up and down to flush...once more thing to fix. John was away and there was no way for me to fix it as it was crazy and I was sick. Then the toilet roll dispenser fell off the wall...and this is all after my Dad has been down to fix my tub and the electrical that goes to it ( after my brother already fixed the leak), the kitchen sink, the washing machine, the filter for the fridge, etc etc. My gosh.
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