It has been one week and one day since we officially ordered the house. They say it will take five weeks for it to arrive. Five weeks. It seems like such a short amount of time especially considering someone is building my house. But the time is going by ever so slowly. My nights have been plagued with dreams of what will actually arrive in four weeks. In one dream, I arrived at the lot to find a doublewide tiny house. Two of my tiny houses were sitting side by side on our lot and there was a door cut in the side of each one to connect them. In another dream, I was about to walk in the door for the inspection and as I peered in and cringed my alarm went off and disrupted what was bound to be a horrific discovery. I wanted to go back to sleep and find out what they did wrong so I could email the company and forewarn them, but that going back to sleep to finish a dream thing never really works out. And we all know how weird an email sounds that begins with the words, "I had a dream about some mistakes you made that you need to fix on my tiny house you are currently building..." Yeah. Ok.
So alas, I continue to wait. And dream. And think about how many mistakes must get made when a house is built in only five weeks. Granted...it is a small house, but I am very skeptical when it comes to customer support and satisfaction. If only I could've ordered my house from Chick-Fil-A or Nordstrom. They always get it right and have fantastic customer service. Oh wait...there was that one order I never received from Nordstrom. If you see a kid walking around in iridescent purple Natives in a size twelve, let me know. Those are mine. (See picture below for reference.)
At least Nordstrom did refund my order and they were super nice about it. And then there was that one girl that wouldn't help me at Chick-Fil-A. She probably doesn't work there anymore. They don't put up with that mess. I wonder what a firing meeting would be like at Chick-Fil-A. I can only imagine... "Let me refresh your beverage before we get started. It has not been a pleasure working with you. You are fired, but we wish you the best! Have a great day! Grab a cookie on the way out."
Today, while I was just waiting some more, the lady in charge of scheduling all of the work on the lot did call me to tell me they will soon be doing the dirtwork for the pad we need to put the tiny house on! HOORAY!!! Progress. Until then... we wait. And dream. And hope for our order to be right when it gets here. And purge. And purge, And purge some more.
I am Chamie, wife to Matt; mom to Callan (14), Cooper (11), and