Worst Week...

I am sorry for the lack of posts recently. I have been off from work, not watching tv, not blogging, not looking or responding on the internet...NOTHING but removing EVERYTHING from my FLOODED basement!!!

Before I go on talking about my worst week, I would like to stop for a moment and say things could be 1 million times worse than what they are and everyone is healthy which is the important things in life...which does lead me to a prayer request for Jodi's niece, Sammi. You can read more of her story on Jodi's blog, but for the few of you who read my blog and not Jodi's, please keep a 16 year old BEAUTIFUL (both inside and out) girl in your prayers as she is fighting Hodgkins Lymphoma. Thanks!

I got home on Monday evening...pushed Ash on the swings, got Alli to ride her bike, saw that the baby birds on my front door had hatched...all good until I walked down stairs to my room and my feet were wet. I thought maybe the kids had spilled something, but was too wet for that. Looked up and everything was dry, then realized that the water was coming from below. NOT GOOD!!! Let's just make a VERY long story short and say that we do not live in a flood zone, we have never had any issues with water, so we have no FLOOD insurance. Yes, I am a licensed insurance agent who does know that this is not covered on your standard home owners policy, but in my defense, who has money to throw away every year on flood insurance for a home that does not flood...well, so I thought.

By Tuesday morning there was standing water and it has just gotten worse. My living room, bedroom, and "catch all" (a.k.a. the pit) are all down there. When I say living room, I mean living room, not family room. My only couch is down there. When I say bedroom, I mean MY bedroom, filled with my stuff and my closet with LOTS on the floor. So i have spent hours and hours bringing things up. Not as easy as you think. You can not rest ANYTHING on the floor or it just gets worse. You can not tromp through the basement and then up the stairs or you spread the water with you...oh wait, too late it has been spread. Currently the water is about 3 inched above the carpet and padding and rising...even with pumps going. There is NOTHING anyone (including myself) can do, but let it flood.

I think that is the hardest part for me. I like to react. I am a doer. Things happen and I want to fix them. I think that is the lesson that I am suppose to learn in this situation. I don't have control and I can not fix everything. It is very hard to see a basement that we spent so much money and time doing being destroyed and not being able to make it better...at least a little. To know that we have to do it ALL over again and to know that the finances just are not there is very depressing. It just makes me sick to my stomach. A girls home is her home. It is also my families, but not in the same way it is mine. I maintain it, I decorate it, I take it from house to home so to see it like this...very sad!

So bare with me, I may be a little emotional and ramble about nothing. My poor mom, sister and husband... I would "clean" up something and take a break and call them. It is just yucky!!!

I try to remind myself it is just a basement...what is the big deal if we sleep in the laundry room for the next few years??? At elast we have a place to sleep, right? Isaac is already looking at the positives as well...he wanted to know if he could "slip and slide in the basement". Jimmy just laughed...he was thinking the same thing!!!