So for those of you that don’t know me well I tend to worry about things a bit much. This has never overly affected my life, except for I, as the boyfriend says, am surrounded by nervous energy. Lately though the worrying has become more of a problem. Almost 4 years ago I had a house built and moved into it with two of my fellow teachers. In the process of paying for new home costs and old credit card costs I messed up my credit bad. I am now in the process of fixing it, but I have no savings to speak of. I have managed to make it work and I always found a way to handle whatever problem presented itself.
Three weeks ago I happened to really look close at a little used part of my basement and noticed some mold growing on the concrete walls. I immediately freaked out, starting googling all the information I could find and thinking that now my house was ruined and I would never be able to sell it (something I hope to do in the next 5 years). Finally I got that worry under control only to notice many vertical cracks in my walls. Let the worry begin again…I was assured that this was normal and that as long as they are vertical they were okay. Christmas eve, after 3 days of rain, I go downstairs to find that the cracks are leaking at the bottom. I freak out again.
Now let me explain that when I say freak out I mean full-out anxiety attack, shortness of breath, tightness in the chest, loss of appetite and even sometimes a queasy stomach. I discovered back in October, when I ran my first book fair, that my blood pressure rises when I am under stress and this causes many of the symptoms I have experienced as well.
Now I find myself thinking every little thing I see is a problem with my house. I thought I had a dark mark on my tile in the kitchen and freaked out for about 30 minutes until my friend figured out it was a shadow from the kitchen chair. My parents have both been to look at my house and have assured me that the problem is fixable, but I can’t stop obsessing over the it. It doesn’t help that now I am looking for problems and have found proof that pretty much all the cracks are leaking.
I want to have the cracks filled and the basement waterproofed, but I know I can’t afford it and I can’t get a loan due to credit issues.
My mom and I have made a plan to clean out the basement this summer and to clean the floors, because just to top things off, my cat has been using the concrete floor to pee on for about the past year and the basement smells like cat pee.
I have no idea how much all of this will cost, but I do know that I can only scrape up about $4,000 by this summer. Meanwhile I hate to be at my house, because every time I look at the basement or see a shadow I start to have trouble breathing.
Anyone have any ideas on how to help these problems for not a lot of money?





















I knew going in that this new job was going to be a challenge as I have no experience as a librarian. I started back at work unofficially on Monday. I am required to work 10 additional contract days and most people do 5 days before and 5 after. I went in Monday not knowing what exactly I needed to do. I did my lesson plans, because that is something I am used to and I have never worried about the things I am going to teach in the library. I sent a couple emails to the tech guy and the former librarian (who is now librarian at the high school) and told them that I was at school and ready to do what needed to be done. I had been told by our tech guy that I needed to inventory the entire library. I was ready, I just needed to make sure I understood the software correctly. I sat at school for 7 hours that day doing lesson plans and researching different aspects of librarianship. I never heard back from tech guy. At 2:00 the bf called to see how things were going and I am embarrassed to say I kind of had a meltdown over the phone. I was crying a little and telling him that I didn’t know what I was doing. He kindly asked if I had asked someone for help. To which I wailed “There is NO ONE here who can help me and the people who can’t help me won’t talk to me!” A bit dramatic, I realize, but I was at the end of my rope and I didn’t know how I was going to survive. The bf was great, he decided that we shouldn’t go to the ballgame we had tickets for, but stay in, watch some tv and have a few drinks. I was all for that. We went to the grocery store, got some hot dogs (because I was already missing the game, I didn’t want to miss the hot dogs too) and then went to the liqueur store. Now, I need to point out that I don’t drink that often, or that much, but that night I really just wanted to forget that Monday had ever happened and pretend that I was still a 4th grade teacher who knew exactly what she was doing. I had my hot dogs, I had multiple glasses of my UV blue raspberry vodka with lemonade and I passed out around 10pm. I didn’t feel great in the morning, but I felt good enough to admit to my new principal that I was clueless. She was totally okay with it and admitted that she to was feeling overwhelmed by her new job (I have worked with her in the past when she was a teacher and then asst. principal). She told me it was completely okay for me to go home and wait until the next day when my district “buddy” (the former librarian) came in to show me what needed to be done.
























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