Here We Go Again

DJ Spinderella, cut it up one time … Here I go, here I go, here I go again. Girl, what’s my weakness? MOLD.

It’s catchy, right?

But these are not the lyrics to a new Salt-N-Pepa remix. They are the unfortunate lyrics to my life because we have toxic mold in our house … AGAIN.

A few weeks ago, after a very heavy rain storm, I found water in our (unfinished) basement. It wasn’t a lot, but water had clearly run down the concrete wall from up above and left a few things wet to the touch—including the laptop I use to stream my Peloton classes.

I followed the wetness upward and determined it was coming from our front door. Figures. It probably wasn’t set right (the home builder definitely cut corners, so we’ve come to realize after nearly 15 years in this house). So I called the construction company who handled our remediation last year and asked them to take a look and reset the front door. Easy peasy, right?

Wrong.

As soon as they removed the molding around the door, they found mold. Further inspection led to discovering that the very large window above the door was the source of the problem—and more mold.

You may be wondering, how could this be? Didn’t we just pay six figures to remediate the entire exterior of our house last year? Yes. Yes, we did. But both the front door and the big window are surrounded by natural stone, which we did not inspect/remove when we remediated the stucco because stone is generally safe we were told.

Apparently not.

So what started out as a simple, albeit dusty, one-day job is now a much bigger, much costlier problem.

And again, there’s MOLD.

Needless to say, I didn’t handle it well—at least not at first. Now, I’m handling it like a boss. A pissed off, WTaF-you’ve-got-to-be-kidding-me boss, but a boss all the same.

Maybe it’s because my recent tarot reading and Reiki session both provided some inner guidance, but this time around I’ve been able to shift my mindset around this ordeal. We found it early, so the damage (to the house and my health) isn’t that bad yet. Plus, we’re already on top of it. It’s definitely still expensive to fix and I will once again be hugely inconvenienced during the construction period (don’t worry, I’m sure there will be a future blog post about it), but we’ve been here before so I know it could be worse.

Besides, I know I can handle it. I have before and I will again … and again, and again, and again because it’s always something. That’s life, but I’m a fucking warrior (my Reiki healer told me so).