There is a curse on this house

I have to say first of all, things have gone really smoothly with this remodel, for the most part. The dryer was a problem, but that was only sort of connected to the remodel. And then, yesterday, it all decided to freak out on us. We got the countertops installed with no problems. They are beautiful. It turns out they cut the hole a little too big for the cooktop, but he made it work anyway. They pointed out that the drawers under the cooktop needed to be cut smaller, yet again, and that, with the sink installed, our little pull out trays by the sink wouldn't close all the way. So, when the cabinet guy came out with the front to our compactor, we told him about it. He said the trays couldn't be fixed, but he did take the drawers and took care of that. And, he went to put the panel on the compactor and they had been told the wrong size, so it doesn't' fit. So, we have to have the panel remade. The counter install went so smoothly that Tim called the tile guy to have him come and just get the tile done. I was excited - it was going to be done early! Well, the guy never showed because his car broke down. Then, Tim went to install the sink and the plumbing was all wrong. It was too high coming out of the wall, and he didn't know the sink would be so deep (who knew - I never thought to tell him), so he had to tear into the wall behind the sink, the compactor, and then (gasp) cut into the cabinet base in order to access the pipe and lower it 4 1/2 inches so that water would drain from our sink properly. It was a mess. It was not a good situation. He was here until 7:30 trying to get us a sink that would work so we could finally have running water in the kitchen. This is what my kitchen looked like at about 5:30 p.m.:

And then, as Tim was finishing up that project, (he did get us a working sink and dishwasher, by the way), we found out that there was a problem with the lights that had been installed over by the stairs. They had worked fine and then suddenly they weren't working. By the end of the day we had all had it with this job. Today started out much better. Tim came and fixed the light and patched up drywall under the sink. The tile guy came and got the tile installed and it looks great. The appliance guy came and installed our microwave and cooktop. Everything went pretty well. Tim wrapped up some loose ends, the tile guys will come grout the tile in the morning tomorrow, and Tim plans to be back on Monday to finish the last little bit and make sure all is well. After Tim left, one of our new lights started freaking out on me. He came back and checked it out and couldn't find anything wrong, and it stopped flickering, so we will keep an eye on it. But it must have been a warning. I was excited to try my new cooktop, so I planned out a recipe, thawed some chicken, put a skillet on my cooktop, and turned it on. Or, I tried to turn it on. No power. I checked the breaker (I am getting really good at this whole breaker thing) and I turned it off and back on, just to be sure. No power. I checked the instruction manual. No, I am not an idiot and I really was doing it right. Then I called Klint (the installer). He has no idea what happened. He will come tomorrow to figure it out. In the mean time, I had raw chicken and no way to cook the rest of my recipe. So, we had hot dogs and brats. Not what I planned on, but it was all I could come up with quickly before Jeff had to leave for a meeting. So, I think there is a curse on this house. Why can't the cooktop just work? Why does everything in the past week or so seem to be falling apart? I just wanted to cry. I am SO close to being done with this kitchen. I just want it to be done so I can do something besides sit at home all day and wait for various people to show up at my house. I really have been good about not complaining through this process (except for the dryer), but now I am tired, and it is wearing on me. I hope we can finally get this all sorted out and that I can have some peace soon. I love my kitchen and I am grateful for it - don't get me wrong. I can't believe it is really in my house. And, I guess it wouldn't be a remodel if something didn't go wrong.