Today kicked off with hope. I really thought I’d finally have water.
And to be fair, the guy did show up. He installed the plug, and I was ready for a small victory dance. But that moment didn’t last long.
Turns out, the well system I was sold is a type that’s rarely used around here — not because it doesn’t work, but because it tends to come with a lot of extra hassle over time. It’s a budget setup, and the folks who installed it knew exactly what they were doing. No wonder all the tutorials I was watching didn’t match up — I wasn’t clueless, I just didn’t realize I’d been sold the most inconvenient version possible.
What really stings is realizing that the people I paid to be the experts didn’t bother to advise me properly. They saw I didn’t have the knowledge, and instead of guiding me, they used it. That’s not just disappointing — it’s unprofessional. Yeah, I could’ve done more research, but I was hiring them because I didn’t know everything. Selling someone a subpar setup just because they won’t notice? That’s a crappy way to do business.
The only silver lining? This weird setup might let me run it with my smaller 4000w generator. The one I still have. The 13,000w generator I bought (with money I didn’t have) wasn’t even necessary. (Just another reminder of how my ex screwed me over, getting rid of my last one out of spite. That decision he made to punish me, has cost me over $2,000. Easily.)
Oh, and remember when my lawn guy knocked over my pressurized tank with his tractor a couple years back? The one who assured me he’d fixed it? Yeah… turns out he cracked the seals between the tank and the well. Now it can’t hold pressure and it’s leaking water from the base. So that’s another expensive fix waiting for me. Fun times.
I’ve started calling around, but everyone’s busy. No one can help until at least next week.
So… no water. Again.
As if that wasn’t enough, I found out I’ve got termites and carpenter ants infesting my camper. Because of course I do. It feels like the universe is just piling it on at this point.
I’ll be honest – I feel completely dejected.
I’m out of money, low on time, and I have no idea what to do next.
I’m tired of being lied to. Tired of being let down. Tired of having to figure it all out while people who claim to care vanish after providing assurances I didn’t even ask for.
Every time I fix something, three new problems crawl out of the woodwork. Literally this time.
It’s hard to keep my head above water when it feels like everything around me is sinking.
But even in all this mess, I had a few small moments that helped.
In the afternoon, I sat down and rewrote my messy blog notes into something readable. That felt good.
I sprayed a test patch of Roundup on a small area. I really hate using chemicals, but I need to be realistic about what I can handle. I’ve got some homemade weedkiller I’ll try in another spot. I need to remember that grace goes both ways. Sometimes, choosing the easier path is the kinder choice.
I spotted a young raccoon out in the yard, skinny and poking around during daylight, which always makes me a little nervous. But after I banged on the window and told it to shoo, it bolted. Cute, though. Cheeky little thing.
That night, I curled up, cut up more plastic bags, and added a few rows to my DIY rug while watching trashy YouTube. It was calming. Trash crafting is weirdly therapeutic. When everything else feels like it’s falling apart, turning literal garbage into something useful gives me a tiny sense of control.
I’m overwhelmed, yeah. But I’m not giving up.
And I’m not done yet. Not today satan!
