11: Hours of driving to get home.
15: Minutes of relative peace at home before we realized our basement had flooded while we were gone.
3: Number of times I've cried.
10: Number of times I've said, "I feel like throwing up."
0: Fortunately, the number of times I've actually thrown up.
2400: dollars spent on 2 year old carpet that is now sitting out by the curb.
1: Calls to Poison Control.
3: Follow up calls received from Poison Control. (Maggie will be fine, but we now realize that a child-proof cap isn't to her.)
1 million: Swear words said or thought.
12: Calls to/from Allstate/its affiliates.
2009, so far you suck.
Our beautiful basement is trashed. Bruce spent the entire winter before Kiki was born remodeling the family room, adding a laundry room, and adding the bathroom, and now it is largely ruined. The family room had the only decent carpet in the whole house.
And, here's said carpet now.
Earlier in the day, I said to Bruce, "Why couldn't some of the crappy carpet get ruined?" Little did I know, the restoration crew would later find damage in the hall and bedrooms, so in a sick way, I got my wish. The carpet and wood floors have been torn out of the whole basement except for one bedroom, all baseboards are gone, and the furniture is in chaos. The cause is likely our water heater, which is a good thing, since our insurance should cover this.I'll tell you why this happened. God is punishing us because Bruce bought Powerball tickets.
On the bright side....
The girls did better than expected on our long, LONG drive home. They had a few rough patches, but all in all they were very good. When we pulled in the driveway, Kiki smiled and said, "Home. Home."
Kate informed us at lunch yesterday, "I don't eat shrimp. They taste like rotten clams."
Bruce asked Kiki, "Want to go to Grandma Ellie's." Kiki replied, "No." (It's a standard response for her.) He asked then, "Don't you say anything but 'NO?,'" to which she said, "Uh-uh."
Friends Chris and Anne sent over new toothbrushes for me. However, "Gum" had been changed to read "Bum." (If you're in the dark, look a few posts back and you'll see why I received this.)
13 comments:
I want to throw up as well after looking at the pictures. I am so sorry. I wish there was something we could do to help. That basement was beautiful. I suppose if have to choose to be the annoying half glass full person, January 1 is a good day to meet an annual deductible. Hang in there.
I gotta say, i'm sad for you but your post made me laugh out loud with the "powerball" comments! Just watch out for the punishment when Bruce's "questionable internet" viewing comes to light.... doh! OF COURSE I'M KIDDING!!! We love you guys and hope that things get better!
Oh Bec I'm so sorry!
That does suck! I'm pretty open next week if you want to bring the girls over and I can watch them while you try to sort everything out! Just let me know!
I hate 2009 so far too. I'm sorry about your basement, that really sucks. Hope things get better soon.
So sorry about your basement fiasco! What a pain to come home to. Thank heavens for insurance. Takes away a bit of the sting, but I know the hassle is sometimes more painful than the money. Just keep reminding yourself - - it is all fixable. Some disasters are not :)
I am so sad for you guys! I know, I know, things can always be worse, but that doesn't mean we can't be a little sad when things go wrong! I'm glad you got a few good cries out. Feel free to fly back down here for a few months until things get cleaned up!
Miss you already.
xoxo
How terrible!! I am having a panic attack just thinking about it.
Oh no. Oh nooooooooo, noooooooooo, noooooooooo! Our water heater started leaking just before Christmas. Fortunately, Jason saw it right away since he works down there in the dungeon. So we had a new one put in that day. I was mad to have to spend the big bucks on a new one, but after reading your post, I will shut up and count my lucky stars. Of course there is nothing cool in our basement to ruin like there was in yours, but still. Crap. I'm so sorry!
oh becca, what a nightmare! our basement flooded at least a million and one times during my childhood in manila. i feel your pain and can empathize on some level. i've only been in your basement once, but i must admit i did notice how nice your carpet is/was. hope allstate comes through for something even better!
"Suck" is the operative word, here. Take if from someone who had the contents of his septic tank in his basement not once, but twice in the space of six months that it took a lot of sucking and blowing to make it right again.
Tell Bruce to quit with the wussy gambling. If he's going to do it at all, he should go all the way and hit the bingo halls at the retirement homes. Old ladies have BIG money. :D
Poison Control: "How is your daughter acting?"
Bruce: "Naughty"
OK THE WORLD KNOWS I PLAYED THE LOTTO! It's no secret that the chances of winning the Lotto aren't great. However, I'm no dummy, I bought 3 tickets so I would have a 1 in 3 chance of winning. Who's the dummy now? I'm not sure why I didn't win...
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