Today it is hard being a renter.
Sure, there are many days when I am very grateful I don’t have to pay the property tax or care if the home value drops. Most of the time I love just sending a check each month and not worrying about the upkeep that home ownership requires. We have rental properties back in California, so I’m well aware of all the work that goes into keeping up a home and most days I like not having to deal with it where I currently live. It’s kind of freeing to rent.
Not today, though…. *Sigh*
Then there are days I wish I could paint the discolored walls, replace the running toilet, and just get the dang sink fixed already. I mean how many times do I have to tell the landlord (who lives next door) that it leaks? Not to mention that the oven ticks unless it’s unplugged from the wall. When I asked him about that he just said to leave it unplugged when it’s not being used, and would I call the manufacturer to get the part? Um, the oven is older than me and I have no idea what part it needs and why do I have to deal with YOUR ticking oven anyway?! So I just unplug it when I’m not using it…
But today set me off. Maya was quietly playing with her water table on the front porch, and he walked up and said I needed to put something under the water table so that water wouldn’t drip onto the porch. He had asked me about this before, so I pointed out that I had moved the water table so that it was sitting on top of a bamboo outdoor rug. He then proceeded to tell me that wasn’t good enough and it needed to be something like a tray so that it could catch the water.
If that wasn’t enough, he told me he saw that I’d used the water faucet on the side of the house and that water had dripped onto the driveway and it was “common sense” that water should not get on the driveway. I about LOST it. What about the 17 inches of snow we’d had? “Nature”, he replied. What drove me nuts even more was that as we were speaking, it was raining!
To make matters worse (I was already visibly irritated at this point) he pointed out a bag of top soil that he’d left on the driveway that someone had run over with a tire and some of the soil was coming out of the bag. He asked me if I’d done this, which I replied that I didn’t know, and why would he leave a bag of soil in the path where the cars drive anyway? He said we should watch where we are driving and it is just “common sense”.
Oh. My. Goodness.
So offered to buy him a new bag of top soil, but he just shook his head.
I know I raised my voice. I may have rolled my eyes. I wasn’t exactly turning the other cheek, and I explained my frustration at the level of analytics he was providing on my every move. It’s “common sense” he kept saying, and I kept reminding him of how it’s “common sense” for a landlord to fix things like ticking ovens and leaking sinks and the other things I’ve told him that are wrong that he continues to ignore.
How come he gets to pick on me for getting the driveway wet but I can’t ask him to fix things?! I felt like a little kid who was being treated unfairly by a parent. And I felt bad for raising my voice and getting upset.
I went into the house, left David a long, very annoyed voicemail and put Maya down for her nap.
And so here I sit, trying to find the Hallelujah in this and remembering our rent is super affordable, the neighborhood is safe and an overbearing landlord that doesn’t fix things is better than what most of the world has to deal with regarding living conditions.
But I also want to be real with y’all. Today was not my best day. Today it sucks to rent. Today my oven is annoying the HECK out of me and while I’m so grateful for so much in my life, today I whined. A lot. Today I wanted to throw “common sense” out the window and purposefully start dowsing the porch and the driveway with buckets and buckets of water.
Today revealed the not so pretty parts of my heart.
So if you’re ever tempted to think us Urban Hallelujah gals have it all together and never lose our temper and are perfectly sweet, I’m sorry to say you can’t sit here (insert Forrest Gump voice). My husband said I let an 80 year old man ruin my day with a little bit of water.
Common sense says I need to get over it. 🙂
Have you ever had one of those days where something just set you off? What did you do?