Way back in mid-February, on an already busy Saturday afternoon, as I got ready to go to our upcoming Teams of Our Lady meeting, Tim decided to fix the bathroom faucet that had very low water pressure.
Things didn’t go as planned.
The valve broke off the pipe and water gushed into our house at an alarmingly rapid rate. We had water pressure now- but now we couldn’t turn it off. The water main shut off was completely stuck. Water poured into our house for about 45 minutes or so while we waited for a plumber to come and fix it. The whole house was flooded in the process.
We didn’t make it to our Teams meeting.
The insurance claims process, the water mitigation, the clean up and put back together of our soggy house has been long and exhausting. Nothing has gone according to plan.
|Not really a picture of our flood. This is from last summer at the local "spray ground." But it was cute and it fits the theme of water water everywhere.|
The chaos and unpredictability of it all started almost immediately with four hours of ripping apart the wet mess of our home, followed by four days of dodging huge dehumidifiers and fans all over. Followed by
four five weeks of waiting…waiting…waiting
for the new flooring, painting, minor carpentry repairs, and new bathroom
In the meantime- under our old laminate, the kitchen floor was the most indescribably hideous, disgusting linoleum that was covered in mismatched patches and textured with streaky stripes of old tile glue. It wouldn't come clean- I know, I got down on my hands and knees and scrubbed it with multiple cleaning agents ending up with bruised knees and a floor that still left the bottom of our socks a dingy brown color.
This week, more than a month since the flood, the contractors hired by the insurance company began the restoration work!!!!!
First thing, Monday morning, we got a call- the flooring sub-contractor was coming to install the new laminate. I looked at our school work for the day and planned out how to accomplish it all in the midst of workmen taking over our kitchen. Then, an hour later, I got a call from the flooring company again. They weren’t coming after all, because of rain in the forecast. As we did our schoolwork, I watched out the window as NO rain fell on our house. Nothing was fixed on Monday.
Tuesday, we got the same call again. The flooring men were on their way. The kids and I went to Mass for the Feast of the Annunciation assuming the workmen would arrive soon after we got home. Instead, we came home to a voice mail message- the painters were coming. Long story short—still no floors but the painters were at our house ALL day leaving at 5:30 with only one room completed!
|Our leftover paint all lined up|
Wednesday, there were paint cans, drop cloths, ladders, brushes, and baseboards stashed all over my house, but the painters weren’t coming because FINALLY the flooring WOULD be installed! One team of workers took on the kitchen to install the laminate. Another team tackled the bedrooms to put down new carpeting. We couldn’t get down the hall, had to literally climb our way to the toilet, and had furniture and toys and stuff all over the family room (and all the painting supplies too) because it was the one room that would not be getting new flooring. What a mess of a day! The kids and I did about half of our planned work and then gave up because the distractions were too overwhelming. When Tim got home from work the floors looked AWESOME, the house was mostly put back together and the kids and I were having trouble keeping our eyes open through dinner because we were so tired from all the chaos of the day.
Thursday, the painters came back. Another loooong day of painting. Workers all over my house. Paint fumes permeating the air around us. Apologetically sneaking by the painters and all their supplies to go to the bathroom. And seemingly endless phone calls to figure out when the last of the work would be finished (our baseboards were never finished and somehow in the craziness of Wednesday the pile of uninstalled ones completely disappeared. No one knew where they went. No one was scheduled to finish them. And no one would tell me when or IF they would ever be done. The new bathroom vanity has not come in yet. No word on an estimated date of arrival for that either. Oh and the family room carpet is supposed to be professionally cleaned for us. No one has even mentioned that. AUGHHHH!). My kids have been amazing troopers and have kept up with their school work as well as they possibly could. They have stayed out of the workmen’s way and have not complained about the disruption of our lives. We are hanging in there keeping our positive attitudes and our sense of humor about the whole situation- but just barely.
|Our new kitchen flooring- still waiting for the baseboards.|
This morning it’s Friday! We still have no baseboards. Still no official word on them even. Still no word on any of the other unfinished work either. But the kids and I have our co-op classes and after not leaving the house all week because I had to be here to supervise the workmen, we are all anxious to go see our friends and get some fresh air. But….a half hour before we were set to leave, my four year old threw up ALL over the beautiful new laminate flooring. No co-op for us….
Lent is all about letting go of our will and submitting to God’s, right? I think I’m getting the message..… Can things quiet down just A LITTLE NOW?!?!!?!?!?!