Oh hey, remember when I thought that getting soaked, getting lost, and having a panic attack meant I had reached my quota of misery for the week?
Oh how I wish I had been right.
Yup, you’re looking at the glorious puddles of our totally flooded basement. I think I may have used up all of my womp womps this week so I’ll just let that fact settle in sound effect-less. Well, maybe just one for good measure:
Our sump pump broke, and the entire basement was covered in at least 1/2 an inch of water! Oh, and in case you couldn’t tell, we have a finished basement. Where Ben lives. And has lots of expensive camera and music equipment. Luckily nothing of value seemed to have been affected, thank goodness, but I was really worried for a while there!
Harry was worried, too.
Daxter, not so much. (Wet dog!)
Clearly the torrential rains that are now on their THIRD full day here in our nation’s capital have affected our fair little Falls Church home more than I thought.
Rain, rain, go away… seriously, you’ve already ruined my life twice this week… (I think these new lyrics are VERY catchy.)
The worst part of it (other than the, you know, actual flooding part) is that I was so determined to make up for the horrors of the previous day! Everyone told me that today would be better, so I really tried, you know? Despite my previous protestation, I allowed myself to succumb to the lure of a Pumpkin Spice Latte from Starbucks…
And I even went and got my nails did!
Hands AND feet. Of course, it ended up being the biggest waste of money ever, considering I spent the next few hours like this:
HA! As if. It was a little more like this:
With a whooooole lotta this:
And plenty of this:
Good times. Also, the fastest ruining of a manicure ever. (#whitegirlproblems)
Guff. It was a long night, to say the least. At least I can say I got my workout in, haha! Too bad the carpet is definitely still wet, and the whole basement is still grody, and, er, we have no idea what we’re doing. Today brings more cleaning, drying, and sanitizing, plus I have to speak with the emergency flood clean-up guys to see if the carpet is even worth salvaging or if we should just gut it. Then we figure out where to go from there. Oh the joys of being a homeowner.
So in the meantime, you’ll find my suddenly not-so-freshly pedicured toes like this:
With me in my footies (don’t judge!), trying to keep it together.
“Try” being the operative word.
At least with a week this bad, the only way it can go is up?
Have you ever dealt with natural disaster-induced home damage? I know my homegirl Cassie was ravaged by a TORNADO (scary!), and we’ve already shared our local earthquake and hurricane stories… what is happening, DC? Armageddon much!?
If it doesn’t stop raining soon I may never get out of my jim-jams. Consider yourself warned.