I was crying tears of frustration the night of the second flood. I was even experiencing digestive problems the day after because of all the stress, and maybe the fact that I ate crap the day before. The very thought of having the kids sleeping in the living room for a week and all the catch up that would result, for that is what happened with the first flood, was sressing me out.
Mr. Wonderful stayed home from work and spent the day moving furniture, shampooing carpet and positioning the fan to dry the carpet. He also went into the back yard and did some sluthing to figure out what the deal was.
He spoke rationally, unlike me, to the neighbour and the two of them were trying to figure out what happened. Meanwhile I was doing laundry and dishes, the only things I can do right now. You see with the first flood, because he was watering near the house, we thought there was a problem with the foundation. The second flood proved that theory wrong as he had dragged his hose far away from the house to clean the patio furniture. The fact that the flooding only happenes when the faucet is turned on is a plus, for it might just be the tap. *fingers crossed*
I did phone my landlord and we will have the handyman here soon. The carpet is already dry and room doesn’t stink so things are already looking brighter. Tonight Mr. Wonderful and Mr. Darcy are taking all of the extra furniture and stuff to be junked, out of this small place, and now there is a corner in the room prepared to bring in baby stuff.
Due to te stressful weeks, I decided to take my self out for breakfast today and it was nice. I had a full hour of quiet and I ate a decent meal that I didn’t have to cook or clean up after. Now if I could just keep my pants up so that my capri pants look like capri pants.