On monday night i arrived home & stepped out of the car & heard the sound of rushing water. i was a bit puzzled- mainly because although we do live near some lovely swamps & streams, neither of those = rushing.
so i unlocked the door & went inside- up the stairs- turned on the lights. hmm? checked the bathroom- nothing on. went outside & checked the hoses- closed up tight. weird.
walked downstairs, flipped the light & started freaking out.
water. everywhere. like- a lot. & still rushing?! wtf?!?! i ran back upstairs (let me mention that alex was upstairs flipping the flip out over God knows what) threw on my boots & sloshed downstairs. i checked every plug & drain & EVERYTHING but had no idea what was going on.
when i peeked into alex's room my heart literally sank. lots of water. & the rushing sound was coming from her wall. well damn- how the hell..?!
burst pipe? yes. but shit- what to do?
i canlled the husband IN A PANIC & told him to GET HOME NOW! THE HOUSE IS FLOODING! IT'S GOING TO FLOAT AWAY! IT'S LIKE "UP" BUT NOT NEARLY AS CUTE & ADORABLE & PLANNED OUT!!!!
then i cried. because hello, there was a lot of water in my house & i'm not a mermaid.
then i got brynn & alex settled down (they were both flipping out now- go figure) & waited for the husband.
he got home. went downstairs & looked equally as puzzled. & then- DING DING DING! he figured out that he had to turn some random valve off & the rushing sound stopped. hooray.
but now there is this lake in our basement that we need to deal with.
what to do? call dad? yep. i mean, come on. we're 32 & 27 respectivly & we still call our parents when shit goes wrong.
so off he goes to pick up a Shop Vac & our extra Pack&Play from his parents. he takes alex- thank God because brynn was being a...doll.
so i put her to bed & slosh around in the basement some more. i pick up all the wet things (rugs, blankets, stuffed animals) & throw them in the wash.
I roll out a tarp outside & start hauling up toys to dry.
the husband returns. i set alex up in our room & kiss her goodnight.
he gets stared sucking 60+ gallons of water out of our abode.
i make grilled cheese & curse H2o. it's all i could do really.
blah blah blah.
to sum it up:
- the basement is fine. it's unfinished & it's cement. all of our stuff is in Rubbermaid bins- score.
- alex's room- eh. the floors will dry eventually but we're going to have to replace a wall & obviously the pipe. & by "we" i mean "he". the husband.
he's thrilled- let me tell you.
so meh. all in all it could have been way worse- but it still sucks. a lot.
BUT- the silver lining? alex has slept in our room for the past 2 nights & i must say, i love waking up & seeing her so close. plus, brynn is 5 steps away in her bedroom & i can hear both of them breathing.
it makes my heart happy & i smile wide- even though it's 2am & i should be sleeping.
plus, it's kind of an adventure to put on wellies & slosh around in your basement with your child in tow....kind of. like a shitty adventure.
ah well. it is what it is, yes? yes.
oh- & here's a little bit of what i saw monday night:
no- we don't usually have a reflective floor. not in the least.