Oh, invasive day.

So today's maintenance inspection is pretty blog worthy. I go between letting the whole thing roll off my back and being pretty upset about the whole situation.

We basically had about 2 weeks to move once we thought our escrow was going through for sure. The house we found met all of our needs with regards to kids being safe in the yard and a garage for Jerry. Actually the house is not bad at all. However, the landlord. What a nut case. We joked that Jerry and I were clear to work for the FBI with our background check that we had to go through before we moved in. We seriously thought that OK, this guy is protecting his property but once he gets to know us he will ease up. Wrong.

He is very weird, nice but weird.

I decided to read through my lease yesterday again before I had him come in to try and guess what today was going to be like.
It said "Scheduled inspections shall be performed by Landlord to identify and make needed repairs. Inspections will be arranged at about the (3) month and then the (6) month point from move in date. Regular maintenance will be scheduled every (6) months thereafter. Such timely maintenance will assure your home remains in good working order."
Now after I read this I relaxed just a bit. I still cleaned from top to bottom. But I relaxed that it wouldn't be a fine tooth comb-over.

It was supposed to happen at 10 this morning and he shows up at 8 and is lurking around. We are clean and dressed and fed around 9 so I go outside and pretend I didn't know he was there. I asked him since he was early if he would like to start. I can only keep my house clean for so long. He said he couldn't because he had to trim the trees around the property and there was someone coming to haul off branches soon. So whatever. Then 30 minutes later he is back and ready to do the "inspection". In the mean time Hannah has fallen and has a huge goose egg and is crying. He starts in the kitchen looking at everything the walls, phone, sink, then he opens the microwave, oven, every single cupboard door and drawer, the window, turns on the lights and the fan. All the while still making small talk and smiling away. My skin was crawling. I don't like the guy much and he is looking at every single possession I have. Family doesn't even do that.

I get distracted with the kids and he moves on to the living room and then our room. He must have been in our room alone for 10 minutes. I didn't know if I should go in or stay out. He had a clipboard and was making notes on it. I felt violated because I know he was opening every drawer in the bathroom and the closet and looking in shower and the toilet.

So I just decided to play with my kids and ignore the big idiot rummaging through my house. All the while hating every second being alone in the house with him. Now he is nice, but how weird is this? He spent an hour fine tooth combing this 1200 square feet we are living in.

Actually I am sick just writing all of this down. I told Jerry about it tonight and he was like "we are out of there if he plans on doing that again, he can just take his mansion and shove it." However, we paid almost $5000 in deposits that I plan on getting every penny back. So I guess we will have to find a very civil way to deal with the invasion of our privacy. No stupid home is worth it. But money that I could be spending drilling a well is.

This rental is one of the more degrading life situations I have been in. We had more freedom in college. I had a landlord who gave us a checkbook and had us hire people to make repairs on the house. This nut wants to do everything himself. I don't know if he is OCD or what but I think we really need to talk to him before he head back to Mexico.