On Tuesday evening I sent the kids down to the basement in search of their paintbrushes because they wanted to paint. L1 was at a grad school class. The kids came running up the stairs exclaiming, “Mama, the basement is flooded!” “What?!?” says Mama. I look down the stairs, see the water and call my father in a panic. Poor man was about to sit down to dinner after a long day at work, but he came over right away (have I ever mentioned that I am thankful my father lives around the corner?). The plug for our sump pump (which is more than a sump pump, but who wants to hear about those kind of details?) had come unplugged somehow. Plugging it back in wasn’t sufficient, however. He also had to jiggle it around, then it finally kicked on again. There was about 3 inches of standing water in the basement at this point.
Meanwhile, all of my stuff from work (books, files, example student work I’ve saved since I began teaching) was all down there because I don’t have an office any longer. It looks like only one my books is ruined. I’m hoping my files are okay because they were in a large plastic tote. L1 seems to think we might be able to salvage the student portfolios.
Then there is our weight room/play room. We put a carpet in there in 2003 (not wall to wall), and there is also a little couch (our first we bought, when I was pregnant with L3) plus all of our weight, barbell, and some kiddo toys. We’re running our dehumidifier in hopes that will help, but I’m really concerned about mildew and mold. I have a sinking feeling we’ll have to throw out carpet, though the couch might be salvageable.
The silver lining? This will make us clean up our basement! I detest basements, despite the fact that I lift weights down there 2-3x/week. Our cat has wreaked havoc down there with her poor potty habits, so it smelled less than pleasant. Now is our chance to work on that. In comparison to the horrors of Hurricane Katrina in New Orleans, we’ve gotten away so very lightly. I shudder to think of that and what things would have been like here had the kids not wanted to paint. I had no reason to go to the basement last night, otherwise.