We have been in this rental for a year now. I have been quite successful at preserving its security deposit value throughout that time despite the three rambunctious obstacles constantly under my feet.
Then this month hit.
The pressure bar on the screen door finally chewed through the last of the rotting and split wood of the door frame. I have reattached it before, but there is nothing left for the screws to grab onto. So the pressure bar is duct-taped to the door until the property manager has it repaired.
Pepperpot ripped the toilet seat off the hall bath. This did not happen in one sitting (pardon the pun). He worked at it and wiggled at it and worried it despite my repeated high-volume admonitions to LEAVE THAT ALONE, until he finally pried it off.
Saltification broke a glass jar candle under the kitchen sink. That would not have been such a big deal if we hadn’t missed a tiny glass shard during clean up. The shard was too small too see, but just large enough to cut Peppers foot. This happened while I was out during the evening and Kent was in charge. I came home to find red polka dots all over the floors of the kitchen, hallway, entry, stairs, and boys’ bedroom. Cue the mopping and carpet spot remover scrubbing.
Today I pled with the children over breakfast, “Please, please stop breaking the house. Please stop making messes and breaking things that we have to pay for. Please?!”
Salty laughed diabolically.
I’m trying not to develop a persecution complex over the way these kids are totally out to get me.