Mar 19, 2008 08:11
Don't mind me. I'm just gonna whine some more. When it rains it pours.
Last night I was all ready to go to bed when my husband calls from upstairs that the basement is filled with three inches of water. He wants me to run the faucets and flush the toilets in order to help him determine where it's all coming from. It's coming from the absolute worst place possible. The sewage pipes. Which means it's not just water our stuff is floating in. I'll let you use your imaginations...
Not knowing how many arms and legs we'd need to fork over for Roto Rooter's emergency services, my husband decided to wait until today and call them during their normal business hours. I'm sure he'll be doing so shortly. (He's still in bed) In the meantime, his orders are that we don't run the dishwasher or do laundry (duh) take showers (good thing I got one in yesterday) or flush the toilets (ewwwww). We are allowed to quickly wash our hands if Purell just won't cut it, but that's it. Oh, and whenever possible, trips to Walmart are encouraged when the bathroom is needed.
So here's hoping that Roto Rooter can get out here fast, fix the problem with as much ease as possible, and that it doesn't completely empty our savings account.
bumps in the road,
one of those days