When I left for Colombia in late June, I closed up the house in case of storms. Like an idiot, I left the a/c off, since the duct cleaning people had told me there is a major duct leak somewhere.
You can’t leave the a/c off and the house closed in the muggy Florida summer.
Upon our return, we found the downstairs coated with mold: kitchen cabinets, bathroom cabinet and door, living room walls, bookcases. I’ve cleaned everything in sight twice, but Alicia’s lungs react immediately when she enters the house.
So we’re staying at her sister Angela’s, and I’ve called a mold remediation guy to come Monday. In the meantime, I’m going to keep on bleaching everything in sight. (Careful! If you keep still, you may end up blond.)
Another sister is arriving Monday from Colombia with her three kids. They will also stay at Angela’s, and Alicia and I will check into an extended stay hotel.
I had no idea that our dream house would become a nightmare.
But I’m married to the world’s most wonderful woman. We’ll be okay.