My cough was worse, I could basically see my headache, and once the first round of fever hit, I called it a day. Our office was still being used as storage so now we had to actually unpack ( the horror) all the sopping wet boxes and salvage what we could. The next day, Friday, was all about clean up. Basically, everything we would ever need. Not only did they have one, they also had water pumps, industrial-sized fans, humidifiers, a tiger, two bales of hay, and a pogo stick. I didn’t even make it out of the hallway before running out.īy some miracle, we were able to reach our next door neighbors and asked them if they had a Wet Vac. I used every single towel and blanket in the house to attempt to soak up the worst of it.

My husband started building trenches with his hands outside to ward off the water. Our beds in the front yard were too high and nothing was draining and all that rainwater had found a way in. There were INCHES of water throughout three rooms by the time we found out what was happening. My husband, already on the way to read a bedtime story, got to area first and said a few words that I am not allowed to type here. Brought them into my room and as he approached the SAME EXACT SPOT where the ceiling had leaked onto the foyer he said, “Ah, mama, there’s still water down here and it’s going into the office.” I was just pissed that something like this was happening while he was away.īut before I even picked up the phone, I ran upstairs and grabbed both kids. Because of course, there are soooo many things he can do from another country. In a panic, I decided to wake up my poor husband in Prague. DEFINITELY water damage showing through the ceiling. I ended up in our entryway, directly below the highest part of our house, alongside the stairs. Not completely sure it wasn’t just in my head.

I stood up shaky, straddling delirium and curiosity, trying to find the source of my newest plight.

But this dripping was gaining power and as the only adult in the house, the inspection fell to me. Barely audible over the bumps from above. I didn’t have any prettier ambition than that.Ī noise I couldn’t ignore. I just wanted to lay on this crusty couch in peace. My husband had been overseas for over a week and I was weakening-my resolve, my middle, and definitely, my bedtime delegations. It was after 9:00 PM, but before 10:00 PM-some hazy in between with over-tired kids a new kind of witching hour. I crumbled, face first, weary and defeated, into the nearest cushion.ĭidn’t even glance for crumbs.

Slumber party panic reaction