My mother in law saved us this week. We moved into a nearly 100 year old monster of a house near Bradley University, having rented the place after a short tour that included promises of a deep cleaning. The cleaning was not done and we discovered after a 15+hour moving day that it was not at all toddler ready, or really grownup ready at all. Students had occupied the place previously and apparently used one of the bedrooms as a toilet- or at least the the carpet in that bedroom.
The second floor railing was short, the toddler nearly pitched himself over it in a fit of energy after a long boring drive, and I nearly lost my shit thinking that we'd just rented the money pit death trap and signed a one year lease.
Mother in law showed up with her magic toolbox like the Mary Poppins of old house renovation. By then end of the week, we had toddler-proofed baby gates expertly installed to allow for adult (and pet) access to danger zones. We had loose shelves secured, clothing unpacked and hung up, new towel bars in the bathroom, doorknobs repaired, a solid clothesline constructed, a very happy toddler yelling "Bamaw!!!" day and night with glee, and sanity restored.
The money pit has become home. Thanks, Mom/Susan/Bamaw. We could not have done it without you.
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