I locked myself out of the house on the way to school this morning. Definitely not the first time, but it’s been awhile and it’s the first for a middle of winter fuck up like this.
My neighbor let’s me in the garage but her ladders to short to get to the balcony. And even if it was tall enough, I make another jarring discovery. The balcony is quite literally falling apart and on the verge of collapse from wood rot.
I gotta call in a favor from the husband and he makes the 45 minute drive back home for me. To his credit , he’s not mean or angry. I’ve had many other run ins with dad’s or a partner or two where I’d have something like this happen and they start screaming at me about all the inconvenience I bring to their lives, it’s pretty shifty. Anyway, my man does me a solid here by not making me feel bad, so I do my best to make up for the time loss by emailing hoa while I’m waiting in the garage. Because the balcony is external, they cover repairs. The lady gets back to me immediately saying to keep off of it completely and she’s got the work order taken care of, so silver lining there.
I do some deep cleaning to make sure the place is extra pretty for later, and tonight I’m cooking up a thank you steak for the guy that helped me out without making me feel like a failure at life for needing it.