Or a tragedy? Definitely laughable, because if I don’t choose to laugh I will just cry (although I have done some of that too the past few days….).
Sometime between 1:00 and 5:30 p.m. on Thursday, my sewage line backed up and flooded my basement. Yes, all of it, including my therapy clinic that is down there. I’ve had 48 hours now to take stock of things, time to look for the tender mercies even amidst all the chaos, but I’ll admit that my first reaction was to want to crawl into bed and take a very long break from any adulting. Because…..really?!?!??!?!
It’s a huge mess (don’t get me started about the nastiness that exploded out of my drains and toilets when they hydro-jetted everything…) and will involve working with a disaster cleanup company and insurance over the next few weeks to get new furniture, carpet, drywall, etc. etc. Not to mention some very hefty plumbing bills as we dig up and fix the main sewage line going out to the street. But it could have been so much worse. What in the world would I have done if this had happened when Kendall was in the hospital? Or if he’d been home, but neutropenic? And throughout this process we discovered some issues that would have quickly become very BIG problems, but that we can now fix before those scenarios became realities.
My poor brain. It’s already been working so hard lately just doing the everyday. And my poor children, who needed to be displaced for a few days and certainly didn’t need more feelings of uncertainty and change in their lives. Thank you to the neighbors and friends and family who stepped in to “be my brain” and help me sort through next steps, make calls, fill so very many shop vac’s full of nasty water, set up a temporary work space for me, empty out rooms and salvage what we could even though it meant some late nights. Not sure what I would have done without them. Because, oh man. I. am. SO. TIRED.
(Things will calm down someday, right? I mean, they HAVE to, certainly. Please?)