Last Saturday, I was given the gift of oversleeping. This meant that I was wide awake and able to hear the leak when it started around 9:00 AM.
At first, I thought the faucet was left on, or maybe that something weird was going on with the dishwasher. I went into the kitchen to see what was going on. When I saw the stream of water, my immediate reaction was to wake my poor husband, who had only just started to take a nap (sorry, Adam), set down some bowls, and lay out some towels. Surely, for the two skinny streams of water coming from the light fixtures, that would be enough. Maintenance would be called and we’d soon be able to go about our lazy Saturday.
Oh, how naive I was.
To his credit, our on-call maintenance guy was there in a flash, but there was just nothing he could do alone. Our upstairs neighbor, who was at work and didn’t even know about the situation, had an inch of water on her floor due to a burst pipe. By the time the water was shut off, about an hour after the leaking started, we were soaked and had dumped gallons of dirty water out. Ethan, who had slept through all this commotion, woke to find that we had created a makeshift barricade out of his larger toys in order to section off part of the living room to allow him to play without wandering into squishy, wet carpeting. Impressively Southern men from the restoration company came in and out all morning, greeting us with a lot of “Pardon me, ma’am” and “we’ll keep you apprised of the goings-on”.
Despite it all being a huge, stressful mess, I couldn’t help enjoying it a little bit. I ran around the apartment singing “Under the Sea” from The Little Mermaid while we emptied bowls, we joked about Ethan needing his first water wings, and I used the whole situation as an excuse to gorge myself on the rest of the Christmas candy. All in all, it was a decent day. But then…we heard the news. From the awesomely-named Rock.
“I’m so sorry that I must be the bearer of unhappy news, but y’all will have to vacate while we are fixing things up. Especially since y’all have the little one.”
If you ever have to be told anything like that, make sure Rock tells you. You won’t even care, you’ll just want to make some sweet tea and sit on a porch with him.
We packed up a few things and made our way to the apartment our company provided, which happened to be right behind ours. We didn’t bring much – why bother? We (again, naively) thought we’d only be here for a day or two. But now we’re on day five of being away from home and I find myself getting weary of it.
I know we’re very fortunate. If we had still been out of town or if, I shudder to think about this, the leaks had started in Ethan’s room, who knows how bad it could have been? And I feel just awful for our upstairs neighbor. I was so scared that something was wrong when I knocked on her door and she didn’t answer. The relief I felt when we found out she was just at work was incredible. I can’t imagine coming home to such a mess, and I hope nothing too important was damaged. I haven’t had the chance to see her since Saturday, but I’ve been thinking about her a lot and wishing we could do something to help her out. We really did get off easy – none of our stuff was even damaged. Just the floor, walls, and ceiling, all of which are being replaced right now. We were beyond lucky.
Even so, it’s rough being away from home again. We had a great time in Florida, but traveling with an infant is as exhausting as it is fun. We were still in recovery mode when the leaks happened, and I was just starting to get the house back in order after our initial post-vacation, throw-that-crap-down-and-wherever-it-lands-is-where-it-lives decompressing session. Now, we’re…well, pretty much doing the same thing, only not at home. We’re sleeping on the floor, I’m cooking a lot of slapped-together meals since most of my cookware was used to catch water and I haven’t cleaned it all yet (I couldn’t actually get into the kitchen to retrieve it until today anyway), and we only just got our internet signal back. Basically…I’ve been bored. I’ve been doing some reading, and we brought some DVDs with us. It just isn’t the same. I actually miss cleaning my own house, cooking in my own kitchen, taking care of our own things. I miss walls with decorations on them and having a sofa.
Hopefully, we’ll be back in our own place after this weekend. I’m anxious for things to go back to “normal”, and I am looking forward to getting my little family back where we belong! Until then…I think I might build a blanket fort in here. The temptation is just too great to resist.