When it rains it pours.

It seems like I have had a run of bad luck this last couple of months.  First it was the garage roof with a bad leak that damaged the underlying plywood and some drywall. Then a painter for the inside of the house that was forever coming up with excuses why he wasn't doing an acceptable job.  After that it was Marty. my father-in-law coming over to live with us, while he is sick with cancer,  and my step-daughter Brittany, whom I do not get along with coming home for an extended stay, say months.  Lastly it was a flood in the house caused by the washing machine failing to stop filling with water and overflowing all over the floor in the laundry room, both kids rooms, the hallway, living room and dining room.  Major repairs and replacement of wood laminate flooring, baseboards, carpeting, repainting.  It will entail us moving everything out and back in, into storage containers.  Everyone will have to go to a hotel or AirBnB for about two weeks.  It's like I am just like I am waiting for the other shoe to drop.