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Tuesday, February 08, 2011
Never a dull moment...
I can never let down my guard. I know that. Sometimes I just forget.
Jonah is seven. It shouldn't be unreasonable to give him his privacy in the bathroom. But sometimes what's "reasonable" doesn't work in Jonah's world. The kids were upstairs playing. I was getting a few chores done downstairs before starting homeschool. I think it may have been Lydia who called me although I don't really remember.
I ran upstairs and was greeted to an inch of water in our bathroom with water continuing to pour out of the toilet. Jonah was sitting on the counter and Lydia must have been in the hallway. I screamed. And then frantically paced the floor.
I ran downstairs to put on some boots, ran back upstairs, moved Jonah, and then paced a bit more.
Hmmm. Call Mike.
Oh yeah, Mike was in Chicago for the day. Lovely.
I still called him.
Crying.
He told me to gather towels to get it cleaned up.
"No, you don't understand!!! It would take ALL DAY to clean up with towels and the water is not clean!!! There's toilet paper and other 'stuff' in it!!"
He advised me to get the shop vac.
Lesson #1: how to remove the filter so that the shop vac can handle water.
Without giving too much information, Jonah was a little dirty, so I sent him to the shower while I prepared the shop vac. In the meantime, the nasty water was still just sitting upstairs...or so I thought. After Jonah got out of the shower and I was, by this time, back upstairs shop vaccing (is that even a word?), Jonah yelled to me that water was coming into my closet.
My closet?!!!!!
It was pouring through the second floor bathroom into the light fixture in the closet ceiling on the first floor. Lots of it. Two and a half buckets to be exact.
I put Jonah and Lydia on "switch the bucket" duty and prayed that he would be kind to her while I continued to shop vac the water in the bathroom. Then I prayed for patience...and more patience... and lots of patience.
I felt like Superwoman. Really, I did.
I'll spare you the other details.
Insurance was called the next day. Serv-Pro was here quickly thereafter. I won't discuss the three days we lived with seven industrial fans blowing constantly in our home, "cooking" the moisture out of the wood with 118 degree temperatures in both rooms.
The ceiling in our closet was removed. So was the bathroom floor and some of the hallway carpet. We have towels in place to protect ourselves from the sharp tack strips!
I think Jonah learned his lesson-- although you never really know....:)
Jonah is seven. It shouldn't be unreasonable to give him his privacy in the bathroom. But sometimes what's "reasonable" doesn't work in Jonah's world. The kids were upstairs playing. I was getting a few chores done downstairs before starting homeschool. I think it may have been Lydia who called me although I don't really remember.
I ran upstairs and was greeted to an inch of water in our bathroom with water continuing to pour out of the toilet. Jonah was sitting on the counter and Lydia must have been in the hallway. I screamed. And then frantically paced the floor.
I ran downstairs to put on some boots, ran back upstairs, moved Jonah, and then paced a bit more.
Hmmm. Call Mike.
Oh yeah, Mike was in Chicago for the day. Lovely.
I still called him.
Crying.
He told me to gather towels to get it cleaned up.
"No, you don't understand!!! It would take ALL DAY to clean up with towels and the water is not clean!!! There's toilet paper and other 'stuff' in it!!"
He advised me to get the shop vac.
Lesson #1: how to remove the filter so that the shop vac can handle water.
Without giving too much information, Jonah was a little dirty, so I sent him to the shower while I prepared the shop vac. In the meantime, the nasty water was still just sitting upstairs...or so I thought. After Jonah got out of the shower and I was, by this time, back upstairs shop vaccing (is that even a word?), Jonah yelled to me that water was coming into my closet.
My closet?!!!!!
It was pouring through the second floor bathroom into the light fixture in the closet ceiling on the first floor. Lots of it. Two and a half buckets to be exact.
I put Jonah and Lydia on "switch the bucket" duty and prayed that he would be kind to her while I continued to shop vac the water in the bathroom. Then I prayed for patience...and more patience... and lots of patience.
I felt like Superwoman. Really, I did.
I'll spare you the other details.
Insurance was called the next day. Serv-Pro was here quickly thereafter. I won't discuss the three days we lived with seven industrial fans blowing constantly in our home, "cooking" the moisture out of the wood with 118 degree temperatures in both rooms.
The ceiling in our closet was removed. So was the bathroom floor and some of the hallway carpet. We have towels in place to protect ourselves from the sharp tack strips!
I think Jonah learned his lesson-- although you never really know....:)
Monday, February 07, 2011
Florida
Mike and I were able to take a little trip with friends last week. Check out a few pictures on my photography blog!
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