Around 6:00 last night, Superman turned on the spigot on the side of our house. He set a sprinkler up to water a dry patch in our yard. Then he came in and we ate dinner.
30 minutes later, he went downstairs, then yelled for me to turn off the water.
Apparently, the spigot leaked in our house -- the ceiling in the basement.
When he went down stairs, water was pour out the LIGHT FIXTURE and soaking everything.
We moved everything out, sopped up the little bit we could before the towels were drenched, and borrowed some wet vacs.
We have called our insurance company and Service Master, who is coming this morning.
Our computer may or may not be lost. (I'm using Superman's work laptop right now.)
We hope to be able to pull up the carpet and pad, let them dry, then just reinstall them.
Our biggest concern is the ceiling and the leak itself.
Plus, we missed the Smallville series finale! And did I mention that Miss Marvel is teething again? Complete with fever, diarrhea, fussiness and neediness?
Luckily, we have great neighbors who watched our kids, helped up move stuff, and tracked down wet vacs.
Luckily, we caught it early. The water had just started to rise above the carpet. I wouldn't even say there was a real accumulation. When I stepped close to the walls, water would come above
my toes, but that's about it.
I'm doing okay with it all. If I think too much about how much this could cost (along with our $2500 deductible) I get a little panicked, but I just try not think about it.
Worrying about something over which you have no control is, in essence, a lack of faith.
So I am choosing faith. This will all work out just fine.
I think. Hope.
p.s. Happy Friday the friggin' thirteenth.