What a Mess

You know your day is not going to go well when mom opens your door to wake you up at 5:30 in the morning and says, "Megan, you need to get up, we need your help."

'HUH?' is your first thought. . . and then 'ugh. . . it's SO early.' and then you finally get around to saying, ". . . .WHY?" then she slams you with. . . "there's water in the basement."

So you jump out of bed, throw your glasses on and run down the stairs, frantically throwing books and papers into laundry baskets (while standing barefoot in sopping wet FREEZING cold carpet) and moving them to wherever you can find a dry spot. THEN you help dad move a bookshelf and you scrape your foot, it hurts, but you try to hide it. Dad explains to you that a supply line burst under the kitchen sink sometime in the night and that the kitchen floor was covered in water this morning, and that it (obviously) dripped into the basement. . . (more like downpoured into the basement).

You have to keep moving things because the water went further than you expected. This is when you realize that you are SO glad mom's sewing room isn't downstairs anymore because that room had to be totally emptied. You see in that room that there is a pocket of water that has stretched the paint, and it's dripping slowly and you know if it pops you would get soaked. So you tell dad, and he has you grab a bucket and something sharp (a pen was all you could find). At this point you get kind of histerical because you only went to bed 4 hours ago (thinking you would've gotten enough sleep before work), and you can't help but laugh, because it sounds like someone using the restroom.

After you have moved everything out of the way of the water, you get a huge hug from mom and dad saying thanks for helping out, they are so glad you were at home to help. You also talk to them about how thankful you all are that it didn't happen while they were camping. This was a kind of weird little bonding experience, and you are really glad that you could help, even though it was really early.

Mom and Dad say thanks about a hundred more times and tell you that you can go back to bed, so you trudge up the stairs and try to fall back asleep, but your feet won't warm up and you only sleep lightly. 2 hours later you have to up to get ready for work (you pushed snooze about 5 times...), and you hope the day goes okay. It does, thankfully! You come from work to the smell of wet carpet and about a billion fans running. But all in all, you're whole family is thankful that the damage from this event was not worse and that your insurance is going to pay for everything to be fixed! The End.