I slept from 9pm to 12am while Brian and his father held watch of the water situation. I was happy to see that it had stopped raining at midnight. Brian went to sleep, and I stayed up with the situation until he came out at 4am (he just tossed and turned, not must sleep was gotten). I slept from 4 to 8am (slept like a rock, I’m talented like that), showered and sent Brian back to bed. I’ve been up since, and he’s still asleep. He has such a hard time falling asleep, poor thing, that I really hope he got some actual quality sleep time all this time.
Me, I’m connected to work, but I can’t concentrate. I put up an Out of Office message telling people I’ll be out today. I’m so tired. My muscles ache all over and it was hard to even get out of bed. It’s still hard just to get off the couch!
At this point the water has stopped pouring in by the bucketfuls. Now we are mostly dealing with the lake that has found a home underneath our laminate floors. You can hear it squish squish under your feet when you walk on it. Bye bye $5000 laminate floors, bye bye $700 carpet. Oh well, we had a good run the past 6 months.
They say this "Nor’easter" storm only happens once in a blue moon, and that it might not be worth the money to waterproof the house. My muscles just scream "Pay! Pay! Pay!" It’s hard not to listen.
At least it’s stopping now and doesn’t require constant supervision or back-breaking work. I might even be able to leave it alone while I go to class tomorrow night (Brian is leaving for Florida in the morning on a business trip).
The Basement Technologies guy is coming in 2 hours. He probably won’t fix anything today, and this thought used to stress me out, but I think it will be alright now.
Ok, back to my post.
ina
PS: I’m still trying to debate what was worse: our moving day in Kentucky (where Brian and I had to pack 2 trucks on our own in a very tight deadline and were miraculously saved by a couple of mormon missionaries), or this 3-day ordeal. I’m leaning towards "this" being better. THAT’s how bad our Kentucky move was. Can’t even think about it.
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