Water, Water Everywhere

I walked in the door after school yesterday with Chris and John right ahead of me. I heard Chris yell a kind of, "Arrgh!" and John go, "What?" As I looked in, I could see these funny shapes on the carpet. It took a few seconds for it to sink it--they were Chris's footprints! The carpet was soaked! I walked through the living room (squish, squish, squish) and into the kitchen where there was about an inch or so of standing water.

I heard the water spraying under the sink, so I was able to get under and turn it off at the wall. Turns out the water line to the cold water had broken some time during the day and just sprayed water all......dang......day. First there's that odd feeling of just standing there blinking. Then I called Richard as I started moving everything that I could lift. Cleaned off tables, picked up boxes and storage crates and stuff off the floor. The water had saturated the kitchen, living room and dining room/office. Luckily, it didn't make it into any of the bedrooms. Chris and John did a great job of just carrying stuff into the bedroom. I called the leasing agent. Never in the last year have I called this woman and actually had her answer the phone. Apparently Heavenly Father knew that I could only handle so much because the woman actually answered her phone. She got a plumber out and a carpet restoration van out within the hour. The plumber fixed the water line in about 15 minutes. The carpet guys vacuumed up all the water, pulled up the carpet and threw out the pad, then put the carpet back down.

Now we have two huge fans blowing through the main part of the house. They were supposed to get us a dehumidifier this evening, but we didn't hear from them. We had a huge rain last week with some flooding around and the guy said that the dehumidifiers are in high demand. So, we've been running the a/c at 70 degrees to keep it going. I'm sitting here in my flannel pj's and a sweatshirt!

It's not the worst thing that could happen. None of our furniture is ruined. We're not responsible for the damage or for repair or replacement. But trying to live in a house where the living room is basically empty is already a littel frazzling. The kitchen area where we normally eat is now filled with the kitchen table, a wingback chair, a piano, a bookshelf and a couch. I'm thinking we're going to have to find something to do this weekend or I'm going to go crazy! Not to mention, the house is starting to smell. They said they would be back next week to replace the pad--but they still have to get approval from the owner and his insurance. Ugh--such a pain.

Since we're planning on moving this summer, I'm seriously thinking of just packing up all the stuff that's moved out right now, like books and scrapbooks and stuff. Maybe that's what I'll do this weekend--pack. Except I still don't have anywhere to put the stuff. Guess I'm just looking for some sympathy. Thanks. :-)