It’s amazing how quickly life can completely change. Friday night seems like such a long time ago. I spent the evening enjoying a date night with the hubster–talking about life, our goals, and our home renovations aspirations. Saturday morning, well that’s another issue entirely. I was woken up early by the little man; for once, I’m really, really, really thankful that I was. When I walked into our living room and gazed out the window I was in shock. The view from our windows looked more like a view from a boat.
The view of our side yard.
The storm drain in the middle of our street gushing forth water. It just couldn’t handle any more.
Our neighbors sloped driveway, completely filled with water. Her garage had only about a foot or two left before the water would have completely filled it.
The water creating a little river through our sidewalk and street.
The view from our dining room window.
Our backyard. It’s hard to grasp the depth of this water. The the swings on the swingset towards the back are just barely out of the water. It is probably about a foot deep, maybe more.
We’ve endured pretty bad rainstorms in this house with no internal damage, but for some reason I just hada really bad, sinking feeling. As you know, we’ve been working on our basement so I wasn’t sure our sump pump was hooked up and working properly. I woke Brian just to check, and he assured me everything was fine. After another 5 or 10 minutes, I couldn’t help myself, I woke Brian again and asked him to check the basement. (I hadn’t gone down because the first room in the basement is where Pop is staying and he was still asleep.)
Grudgingly (or sleepily), Brian went down to check. Guess what. Our basement had flooded.
And believe it or not it wasn’t a sump pump failure; well, not entirely anyway.
You see that seemingly small trickle of water in this pic? Well, it managed to dump anywhere from 150-200 gallons of water into our basement. Lovely. The ground was so saturated around our walls, the water just had to find some place to go. I guess it found our home welcoming. This was a weak spot in our wall (that we didn’t know about) from a shoddy patching job done by the company that installed our sump pump. Just splendid. The company that was adding a feature to our house that was supposed to protect it from flooding ended up causing our *little* flood.
So, instead of building more walls, adding insulation and drywall, and painting our ceiling this weekend, we’ve been taking care of this little situation.
Say goodbye to the couch, TV console, some fabric, some pictures, documents (nothing really important), and a bunch of other random stuff we stored down there. All that damage from a couple of inches of water. Wow.
So, that’s what has been going on for us this weekend. I know it isn’t the worst case ever and for that we are truly thankful. We didn’t lose anything irreplaceable or super important. We are still planning on finishing the rest of the basement, but of course we need to get that silly hole patched first. And we need a really big dumpster.
But honestly, it is ok. Yeah I cried, felt sick to my stomach, and freaked out a bit. But we have so much to be thankful for, so much that could have happened that didn’t. And we have really amazing friends. Friends and neighbors came over to help, friends and family prayed, friends provided us with dinner, friends came over at 11:30 at night to help us get our water heater back working. I think in times like these you realize just how truly blessed you are. And all that stuff, that stuff that upsets me so much to lose? It’s just stuff. We’ll get new stuff . It’ll be ok.