here's how it went down:
Sunday I felt really sick, but I could not tell if I was having full-on body aches or if I was just really sore from cross-country skiing, but I did have (still) a really bad cough. I tried to do everything I had to do, but ended up crashing from 4-7 while Sam totally rallied and took care of everything, fed the kids, made dinner, cleaned the house, bath, bedtime, the whole thing. In the evening, I was up for a few hours deciding if I was well enough to go to school and I decided to wait until morning to see how I felt.
At 3:00 a.m. Sam called for me to come downstairs. It was pouring rain, the power was out, which means the sump pump was out, and the basement was filling with water fast. From 3:00 until 3:45 or 4:00, I filled buckets while Sam ran them upstairs and dumped them in the downstairs bathtub. So literally, he was running down the stairs, grabbing a filled 10-gallon bucket and running up the stairs and I'd have the next one full by the time he returned. He was sweating, but a flooded basement is his biggest fear with our house so he was running on adrenaline. The only reason I stopped filling buckets was because Reed came down and needed to be taken back to bed. Sam kept this routine up (without my help now) until 5:40 am, at which point he was no longer keeping ahead of the water and it was rising fast. It was past his ankles. (We don't have any stuff in our basement.. it's a dirt-floor, ax-murderer type of basement, but the furnace. The furnace! That was the fear).
I called and found out Home Depot opened at 6:00 a.m. and Sam flew off (he looked like a crazy man) to buy a generator. When he came back, I asked him how much it cost. He said: "you don't want to know." So I asked again and he told me. He was right. I did not want to know.
He had the generator running within a few minutes and the water drained right out once the sump pump was going again. The water had gotten within 2 inches of our furnace, so Sam earned some serious super-hero status for saving that one. It could have been so much worse. He was a man of all action and no hesitation. I think if I had been home alone I would have stood at the top of the stairs and yelled profanities at the rising water.
My calming mantra of "let it flow like water" just didn't have the same effect today.
We had both called in to work due to the fact that we'd been up all night and had no power and the house was trashed with mud tracks everywhere and also, we could not iron clothes or shower. AND NO COFFEE.
The power came back on late morning and we have totally cleaned everything up, gotten some sleep, and are ready to face the day tomorrow.
But you know how bad things come in threes? We got them all in short order.
TWO: Our washing machine has a crack in it and is leaking water, and it's old, so we need to buy another one right away.
THREE: Tonight I found a package from UPS on my front porch, the box with the Christmas cards I ordered, sitting right out in the rain, and yes, the package was soaked through, and yes, many of them were ruined, and yes I filed a claim with UPS.
I'd like to yell to the world: SERIOUSLY? AND IT'S ONLY MONDAY?
But really. I'm not complaining, because I have my healthy kids and my strong husband who saved the day, and we have a (please God don't spring a leak) roof over our heads, and we have a beautiful Christmas tree ( pictures? the cord to download photos off my camera broke yesterday, but that's okay too.) And no matter how stressful things were today, Sam and I were a team and we stayed calm. And this is all small stuff in the long run.
And it's Christmas time, so I'm not going to let these bad things bring me down. No big deal. I mean, what are credit cards for anyway?
Merry Christmas, everyone! I'll try to get those photos of us cutting down our Christmas tree tomorrow. xo
Monday, December 13, 2010
here's how it went down: