Last night, while a good portion of metro Detroit was underwater, Mark and I were congratulating each other on escaping disaster. We had both made it home, unscathed, from work and our basement was dry. We could not believe our luck.
My alarm went off at 4:30 this morning for my run. As I was putting on my running shoes in a sleepy haze, I happened to glance down in the basement and saw what I thought was a shadow. I decided to investigate and sure enough, it was water. There was maybe about an inch covering the unfinished side and the finished side was just barely damp at one end. I thought about skipping my run, but did not think I would get a whole lot done at 4:30 am anyway. By the time I was done, Mark was up for work and we decided that he would stay home and work on clean up and I would go to work.
Things got much worse in our basement throughout the day; apparently the sewers in our area are completely overwhelmed from getting a month’s worth of rainfall in 6 hours. By the time I got home from work, the water was higher, Mark was exhausted (and dare I say cranky), and the kids thought it was the greatest day of their lives. By that point, I realized we should get help cleaning up the mess, but we were about 12 hours behind everyone else, so it will be a couple of days before anyone can come out.
We spent a couple of more hours pumping out water and ripping up carpet before I had to leave for a get together for the ladies. By the time I came home, we were just done for the night. So we plugged in a giant fan and we will deal with the rest tomorrow. I am pretty sure I will have lateral epicondylitis tomorrow as it is.
At the end (dear God, let this be the end!) of every great disaster I like to mentally tabulate my regrets and my hoorahs.
1. We are disgusting slobs and we had way too much stuff lying carelessly across the basement.
2. Three weeks ago, I pulled down the hanger that my wedding dress was on to retrieve another dress, and instead of hanging it back up, I layed it across a chair in the basement.
3. When my insurance company asked me if I wanted a flood restoration company to handle clean up, I said that we would clean it up ourselves.
4. The people that owned the house before us put padded carpet in the basement. My brother once told me to not ever put padding in a basement because if water comes in, it all has to be removed.
5. The padded carpet in our basement is very resistant to being removed.
6. My Grandma J’s chair was ruined. (Even though it was 1970s orange and still smelled like cigarette smoke two years after being moved into our basement, I am sad to see it go.)
1. We are all alive. (This, alone, outweighs all of my regrets.)
2. I randomly opened a piece of mail about adding additional coverage to my homeowner’s policy last year and I actually followed through and we do have sewer/drain backup coverage.
3. This year we built a garage instead of putting a bathroom in our basement.
4. A lot of the junk on the basement floor was the kids’ toys (see Regret #1.)
5. As far as I know, no raw sewage entered the basement.
6. The school supplies I just battled to purchase were safely nestled in a chair. (That might have put me over the edge. Never mind my wedding dress, those school supplies better be safe!)
7. I did not waste time cleaning the basement, like I had planned last weekend.
We are definitely blessed. Soggy; but blessed.