Very quick and brief interruption in the fun Valentine’s Day Gift Guide that’s currently in progress…
If you’ve been following my updates on Twitter/Facebook, then you may already know that we got a lot of rain on Sunday evening. I mean, 2 inches isn’t a ton of rain, but considering we’ve already had the leftovers of 23+ inches of snow recently melt means there’s not a lot of other places left for rain to absorb into the ground or drains.
Add all that to the fact that we live in a basement apartment means that we woke up to completely soaked floors Monday morning. The floor was sooo wet that a few of the blankets on our bed were draped over and touching the ground—acting like a sponge and absorbing the moisture leaving me with wet sheets and blankets.
Calvin woke up and when his feet touched the ground, he was completely weirded out.
“Mommy! Floor messy. Feet wet.”
Later, he stomped around the muddy indoor puddles while wearing his shoes over his pajamas.
My husband and I dealt with the mess by moving furniture around and doing a ridiculous number of loads of laundry. Not only did our sheets and blankets sop up water, but so did our dirty laundry hampers, rugs and mats.
He knows his room is off limits since his bed is covered with his soft toys and an industrial strength fan blows the carpet in roiling waves. So, he just keeps to our room and pages through books on our bed or flips through them on the couch. Those are the only two places in the entire home where he has the liberty to play.
More than half of our dining table and chairs are covered with stuff that needed to be kept off the wet flooring. So, we’re down to one chair at the table where Calvin sits at meal times. Meanwhile, I’ve been sitting on the hard plastic beverage cooler, and Steve cleared off room for 1 person to sit at the couch.
Home, sweet home.
It’s truly by the grace of God that I’m not freaking out. When things get absolutely ridiculous beyond belief, all one can do is completely roll with the punches.
After spending a full day at the office on Monday, we came home where I wanted to relax.
But wait! I had to make the bed that had been completely stripped and used as Calvin’s reading area throughout the day.
Note: It is extremely difficult to make a bed when 1) you have a freshly bathed child sitting on it who can’t go anywhere else without getting his feet soaked with muddy water and 2) you have no where to put the clean bedding while you’re in the process of putting different parts of it on the bed.
Making the bed is usually a task that doesn’t require much thought nor take much time…Monday night, it probably took me 30-45 minutes to figure it out and deal with a young child who made a bit of a mess on one of the freshly washed blankets.
It’s Tuesday night and we still have the loud fans blasting and whirring beneath the carpets–dehumidifiers and heaters working to absorb the excess moisture. We’re still down to 1 seat at the dining table, but the entire couch is cleared off where the three of us can fit.
Apparently, we’re hosting a group Bible study on Sunday afternoon as well as a week of visiting in-laws. Yet somehow, I really won’t feel bad if we have to reschedule Bible study and post-pone receiving guests for a few more days. It’s not exactly a hospitable and relaxing environment. I mean, it smells like the inside of a sweaty gym shoe in here.
But ya know what? We’ve been through a similar indoor flooding experience before…about 8 years ago. So, going through it a second time isn’t quite as unnerving, although still just as inconvenient.
On the bright side, 1) we’re all safe and healthy; 2) we have a warm and dry bed; 3) it isn’t the middle of summer where mosquitoes and mold multiply by the nanosecond and 4) our blessed son is handling all these changes so well that it’s really making things very easy on us.
Truly, God is good to us.
He’s blessed us with beautifully kind friends who’ve even offered to open up their homes to us. I’m so grateful for their compassion and hospitality!