Good Times

When we chose to live where we do, we heard all the stories. We knew the risks. We knew it was probably not a matter of if it happened, but rather when. I almost forgot that it could happen, that is, until we walked in our house Saturday night to this...No, our floor is not that dirty and the lovely orange spot is one of 3 from Audrey's toy box getting wet. The picture doesn't show it all that well, but that my friends, is water. Under the carpet and in the wall.
Brett, who later admitted that he had heard a strange humming sound coming from the wall for a couple of days, immediately ripped up the carpet and headed to the garage to get his drill. I was already trying not to have a heart attack as he pulled up the carpet (even though I knew we were going to have to do it eventually), but when he walked in with his drill and pointed it at the wall, I wanted to cry. Not only is my carpet a mess, I could quite possibly have a ton of holes in my wall as he searched for the leak. Because, while I trust my husband completely to be my pharmacist (although, he probably begs to differ), he's more of a "let's call someone to fix it" kind of guy. And I'm good with that. But, I sucked in my breath and let him do his thing. I figured if he really destroyed my wall, I could probably get new kitchen appliances out it and maybe even some new cabinets if I cried hard enough. In fact, I started to root for him to make a huge mess. No, I'm kidding. Kind of. Lucky for us, he found the leak on the first try.
Turns out duct tape does not stop water leaks. So, we had to turn the water off to prevent anymore of a mess. I now have a deeper appreciation for water and the many things I use it for. Luckily, the plumber was able to come out the next day (thank goodness for places open on the weekends because you know stuff like this never happens Monday-Friday in between the hours of 8am-5pm). So, I came home from church to find this...
and by the end of the day, the very nice man from Servicemaster was here drying our floor and wall. We are on day 2 of drying and being stuck upstairs to get away from the noise and I'm about over it.
We weren't sure if we would be able to save our carpet, but quickly found out the answer to that as the Servicemaster guy ripped out his knife and cut out the damaged carpet. The silver lining is that this is the one room that I have wanted to replace the carpet in since we moved in, so that's definitely happening since half of my living room is concrete right now. The joys of being a homeowner... and an adult. Things were so much easier as a kid!