We bought a house, somehow. (Which feels wrong, I gave up on that dream over a decade ago).
Everything was fine on day 1.
Then the toilet stopped working.
Then the fridge stopped working.
Then the deck collapsed under me.
Then we discovered that a tiny hole in our foundation was actually WALL BEES. And then further excavation revealed the largest foundation crack that the entire foundation company had ever seen before.
... You get the idea.
This all unfolded while I was still juggling things like utility setup, and an already-known electrician problem, and dealing with unfucking the pool, which was delivered to us with sediment levels approaching "milkshake", plus of course the usual stuff like painting and so on.
Pictured: my poor kitchen. We had to open walls for multiple reasons AND remove a cabinet to make room for a new fridge because the opening was weirdly wide and short.