Day 9 of 30
When you go into the laundry room to retrieve the curtains you washed earlier in the day and notice the waterfall coming from the vent in the ceiling, you know its bad. Then as you make your way upstairs and walk past the water running down the walls, then notice the water squishing under your feet, you know its going to be expensive. And as you walk into your master bath and step into three inches of water, you want nothing more than to curl into the fetal position and cry.
This is what happens when Devyn Paige forgets to turn off the faucet and lets water run for 30-40 minutes. This is what happens when you’re playing outside with the Littles and don’t hear a running faucet until you come in to make dinner. This is what happens when your husband goes away on a weekend fishing trip with the brothers. And no, I have no idea where the water shut-off valve is located. Never crossed my mind that I should know that important tidbit of information.
We’re currently tucked away at my parents house while floors have been ripped up, carpet and pads are turned back, floorboards taken off, walls punctured, fans whirring, and dehumidifiers dry out our soaked house. And while punishment has yet to be determined, Devyn’s offer to give me back the $5 she earned last night has eased the mad a little. Considering its everything she has, I know she means well.
Oy. What a night.