It seems like every day something has to go wrong in my life. Mostly it's just little things, like the internet breaking or something like that, but it's always SOMETHING.
Around midnight last night we got a phone call that John's grandma was going downhill fast and that someone needed to get to the hospital. John's mom and grandpa went up there, but I was too worried to sleep so I stayed up for awhile. Finally I was exhausted and fell asleep. Normally I wake up 4-5 times in the middle of the night, but last night I didn't.
I finally woke up at 6 AM, about 45 minutes before the alarm was going to go off. Taco jumped up on me and I noticed that he felt wet. I didn't really think anything of it because he loves to play in his water bowl. Then Garfield jumped on me, and he was wet too. That's when I noticed that there was water standing by the side of the bed. The more I looked, the more water I saw... almost the entire basement was standing in about 1-2 inches of water.
There were 3 or 4 small patches of dry floor and that's where dog crates got moved to and cats got put in dog crates too.
Apparently it rained last night and the drain outside got clogged... which made the sump pump back up into the basement. So I've been using the wet dry vac (which, by the way, smells AWFUL because we've had to use it to clean up water before and it just smells terrible because of it) and have gotten the majority of the standing water out of the bedroom but there's still the rest of the basement to go. There is sooooo much stuff down here from the old houses, and it's all just sitting in water. A lot of it is garbage anyway but we have to get it out before it gets moldy.
As if the flooded basement wasn't enough, I went upstairs to wash my hands. John's dad has another cat that mainly lives outside but he lets her come in at night and sleep in the kitchen where it's warm. John and I had been wondering what was happening if she needed to go potty in the middle of the night because there's no litter box up there for her. Well, I found out this morning the hard way. I went to the sink to wash my hands and stepped on something squishy with my bare feet. There below the sink was a nice pile of fresh cat poop.
I washed it off and came back down to work on the basement some more. I got the standing water up in the bedroom and am just waiting for the floor to dry, there's not much more I can do in here until it dries. So I decided to go ahead and get a shower because I felt awful. And what happens? No towels to dry off with, which I realized when I was already soaking wet. I just put my clothes on anyway. So I'm sitting here in the middle of water, soaking wet myself, cold, and wishing I could just crawl back into bed... which I can't because the cats jumped on it and got water all over the blankets so now they need to be washed.
It's going to be another very long day.
Around midnight last night we got a phone call that John's grandma was going downhill fast and that someone needed to get to the hospital. John's mom and grandpa went up there, but I was too worried to sleep so I stayed up for awhile. Finally I was exhausted and fell asleep. Normally I wake up 4-5 times in the middle of the night, but last night I didn't.
I finally woke up at 6 AM, about 45 minutes before the alarm was going to go off. Taco jumped up on me and I noticed that he felt wet. I didn't really think anything of it because he loves to play in his water bowl. Then Garfield jumped on me, and he was wet too. That's when I noticed that there was water standing by the side of the bed. The more I looked, the more water I saw... almost the entire basement was standing in about 1-2 inches of water.
There were 3 or 4 small patches of dry floor and that's where dog crates got moved to and cats got put in dog crates too.
Apparently it rained last night and the drain outside got clogged... which made the sump pump back up into the basement. So I've been using the wet dry vac (which, by the way, smells AWFUL because we've had to use it to clean up water before and it just smells terrible because of it) and have gotten the majority of the standing water out of the bedroom but there's still the rest of the basement to go. There is sooooo much stuff down here from the old houses, and it's all just sitting in water. A lot of it is garbage anyway but we have to get it out before it gets moldy.
As if the flooded basement wasn't enough, I went upstairs to wash my hands. John's dad has another cat that mainly lives outside but he lets her come in at night and sleep in the kitchen where it's warm. John and I had been wondering what was happening if she needed to go potty in the middle of the night because there's no litter box up there for her. Well, I found out this morning the hard way. I went to the sink to wash my hands and stepped on something squishy with my bare feet. There below the sink was a nice pile of fresh cat poop.
I washed it off and came back down to work on the basement some more. I got the standing water up in the bedroom and am just waiting for the floor to dry, there's not much more I can do in here until it dries. So I decided to go ahead and get a shower because I felt awful. And what happens? No towels to dry off with, which I realized when I was already soaking wet. I just put my clothes on anyway. So I'm sitting here in the middle of water, soaking wet myself, cold, and wishing I could just crawl back into bed... which I can't because the cats jumped on it and got water all over the blankets so now they need to be washed.
