My house is in chaos, roof leaking, basement flooded, stuff floating, water rising, several contractor bags of cardboard, paper, trash soaked and on it’s way to the curb. Buckets collecting water from the roof in several places, roofer coming tomorrow, his own basement six inches deep. Days like this have a way of making me laugh. What else can a gal do when her waterproof ankle boots are just high enough and her rolled up jeans are still damp at the hems, her kid won’t hug her for the dust on her sweater. Lots of leftovers in the fridge getting cleared out as we finally eat our dinner near bed time, breakfast and lunch a blur or forgotten, loaf of Irish Soda Bread and cut up melon prepared in the peace of the morning sustained us slice by slice and chunk by chunk…
Sump pump on the way, last check has the water rising by the hour, going to watch 30 Rock, first time, on Netflix, put the kids to bed, start round two, learning to use a sump pump, following directions of Dr. Dave, Ashfield housemate, yardsaler extraordinaire, with sump pumps to spare.
Wish me luck. Day care and school tomorrow, minus the project room for after school, which has a big bucket of water in the middle of the floor and a ceiling with an ever expanding brown cloud taking shape. Somehow the first floor day care space and second floor living space has been spared, while my bed, my wedding dress and the boxes of clothes my grandma and I sewed when I was a kid, and the boxes of graduate school papers, some of the few things left in cardboard I still care about, all needed a rescue.
Yikes!! Wish me luck:)
