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Mar. 19th, 2013 12:32 am***
Adam is now home after putting in 176 hours in two weeks and we just had WATER DAMAGE because there is a leaking pipe in the downstairs hallway closet that contains, oh, the water heater and the A/C unit.
State Farm has been called. A plumber has been contacted and will call us soon.
Can't use the washer, can't flush a toilet, can't leave water on. Fuck.
Seriously, fuck all this. I'd love to blame the neighbors who spent the last two days chopping down a tree out in front across the sidewalk, y'know, maybe they struck a line or who the fuck know and oh my fucking gods I am graaaagh. Also it happened just as we had ordered food, and then we had to clean up all the water and we just now got to the food TWO HOURS LATER and I am TIMESTAMPING EVERYTHING for the insurance policy and FUCK A BUNCH OF THIS YOU GUYS I WANT TO RAGE.
My husband is starved, exhausted, has a gash on his leg, and just wants to rest, and he spent almost three hours mopping and sweeping and snaking and now every towel in the house is soaking and we can't wash them and we need a new mop head and I can barely eat my chicken parm sub and my cats' paws are wet and I want to cry.
Don't even joke at me. DON'T. I will break you if you even dare joke at this. Just pet me on the head, murmur comforting things, and hope a plumber comes soon.
Also? YES IT COULD BE WORSE. I FUCKING KNOW THAT. I am just tired and full of soaky wet hate.
Plumber will be here within the next half hour. WOO FUCKING YEAH. Roto Rooter, too. Never used them before. Plus, a specialized crew working with State Farm to dry us out completely, tonight AND tomorrow.
FUCK I AM RELIEF.
***
Okay, calm now. Because, see, as we were sweeping around that leaked closet, I saw the yellow Water Meter Reading notice that had been hanging on the knob for days because I am too short to read the water meter. Which is in the closet. At which point, I began laughing. Then crying. Then openly weeping. Adam read the numbers, which I wrote on the notice. And I laugh-cried some more. And Adam took me in his arms and I shrieked, "And I haven't had a fucking hug in ten days until you came home" and he hugged me tighter and told me to breathe and then we held hands and meditated the fucking hell out of my breakdown, with Adam gently moving energy in and out until my body was flushed and I started twitching. And then I realized my nightly medications were two hours late. And now I am about to write up everything that happened so I have yet another timestamp record.
***
About 6:30 or so, Adam came home. I had been in bed with a migraine, so he came upstairs with Luna in his arms, and they cuddled and purred with me for a while. We went downstairs and flumped on the couch with Jupiter and watched a series on UFO sightings. *shrug* Adam had just put his clothes in the washing machine. Adam said he was too tired to cook, and there was cash, so I got a menu and we ordered. That was around, oh, 7:15?
Around 7:30, as an episode was ending, we heard a rather fantastic splash. Rose came running into the living room, bounced on the couch, and came to us. She was soaking wet from belly to feet. Adam and I blinked at each other and went to the hallway and OH SHIT WATER AND DIRT EVERYWHERE AND IT'S GETTING IN THE CAT LITTER CLOSET AREA SHIT SHIT SHIT THAT IS AN INCH OF DIRTY WATER FUCK.
We grabbed every towel we could find, and the mop. This was around, um, 7:45? The delivery guy arrived, stared at the mess, I smiled and gave him a big tip, and took the food and put it in the kitchen - where it stayed. Adam realized it was that specific pipe, connected to the house's main line, yelled "shut off the washing machine NOW" and I mopped up more water. GAH.
And so, yeah, then we spent over an hour cleaning up, moving things around, cleaning out the entire cat litter closet (wood floor there) and putting the litter boxes in the living room. Then we took a small fan and left it to dry out the hallway. OH! Also, we had been squeezing the mop out in the toilet - and realized that if we flushed, water leaked AGAIN. So, if water went down any drain, that pipe would leak. Well, fuck. We called our friend Billy, who works for a disaster reconstruction company, and he recommended a plumber and an insurance claim. We called Burt, our agent, but since he wasn't available, we just called the main number. They were fucking awesome. They called a Service Master company for us that would come dry us out. We then looked up plumbers, saw Roto Rooter, said, "Sure, what the fuck" and they said they could be to us within two hours - DAMN STRAIGHT WOW. And then Service Master called, said THEY could be here within two hours. And that was all around 9:00 or 9:15. So we may still get to flush, shower, etc, tonight. Adam just duck-bathed with a basin full of hot water, alcohol, a sponge, and the last few clean towels. Poor guy. Oh gods I feel so bad for him. He did not deserve to come home and have the house fall apart like this.
***
We have put on Mr. Coffee for Mr. Roto Rooter Plumber. The price is lower than I'd thought. The guy is very sweet, and he shall be thorough.
It's going to be a long night...
***
Also. Adam brought home REAL NEW YORK CITY BAGELS. I CRIED.
Also, Adam brought home two cans of 28 Black, which I have only ever found in New York City. I CRIED.
Also, Adam is the greatest man I have ever known and he loves me. He loves me. I still don't know why but he loves me. I'M CRYING.
***
Well, the Tramadol and the Carisoprodol and the Clonazepam have kicked in. I am a puddle of not-stress and not-pain and OHM relief. And there is coffee with chocolate.
And THE WASHING MACHINE IS WORKING AGAIN I AM FULL OF ECSTATIC EUPHORIA. LET'S DO A DRUM CIRCLE.
***
Adam is now home after putting in 176 hours in two weeks and we just had WATER DAMAGE because there is a leaking pipe in the downstairs hallway closet that contains, oh, the water heater and the A/C unit.
State Farm has been called. A plumber has been contacted and will call us soon.
Can't use the washer, can't flush a toilet, can't leave water on. Fuck.
Seriously, fuck all this. I'd love to blame the neighbors who spent the last two days chopping down a tree out in front across the sidewalk, y'know, maybe they struck a line or who the fuck know and oh my fucking gods I am graaaagh. Also it happened just as we had ordered food, and then we had to clean up all the water and we just now got to the food TWO HOURS LATER and I am TIMESTAMPING EVERYTHING for the insurance policy and FUCK A BUNCH OF THIS YOU GUYS I WANT TO RAGE.
My husband is starved, exhausted, has a gash on his leg, and just wants to rest, and he spent almost three hours mopping and sweeping and snaking and now every towel in the house is soaking and we can't wash them and we need a new mop head and I can barely eat my chicken parm sub and my cats' paws are wet and I want to cry.
Don't even joke at me. DON'T. I will break you if you even dare joke at this. Just pet me on the head, murmur comforting things, and hope a plumber comes soon.
Also? YES IT COULD BE WORSE. I FUCKING KNOW THAT. I am just tired and full of soaky wet hate.
Plumber will be here within the next half hour. WOO FUCKING YEAH. Roto Rooter, too. Never used them before. Plus, a specialized crew working with State Farm to dry us out completely, tonight AND tomorrow.
FUCK I AM RELIEF.
***
Okay, calm now. Because, see, as we were sweeping around that leaked closet, I saw the yellow Water Meter Reading notice that had been hanging on the knob for days because I am too short to read the water meter. Which is in the closet. At which point, I began laughing. Then crying. Then openly weeping. Adam read the numbers, which I wrote on the notice. And I laugh-cried some more. And Adam took me in his arms and I shrieked, "And I haven't had a fucking hug in ten days until you came home" and he hugged me tighter and told me to breathe and then we held hands and meditated the fucking hell out of my breakdown, with Adam gently moving energy in and out until my body was flushed and I started twitching. And then I realized my nightly medications were two hours late. And now I am about to write up everything that happened so I have yet another timestamp record.
***
About 6:30 or so, Adam came home. I had been in bed with a migraine, so he came upstairs with Luna in his arms, and they cuddled and purred with me for a while. We went downstairs and flumped on the couch with Jupiter and watched a series on UFO sightings. *shrug* Adam had just put his clothes in the washing machine. Adam said he was too tired to cook, and there was cash, so I got a menu and we ordered. That was around, oh, 7:15?
Around 7:30, as an episode was ending, we heard a rather fantastic splash. Rose came running into the living room, bounced on the couch, and came to us. She was soaking wet from belly to feet. Adam and I blinked at each other and went to the hallway and OH SHIT WATER AND DIRT EVERYWHERE AND IT'S GETTING IN THE CAT LITTER CLOSET AREA SHIT SHIT SHIT THAT IS AN INCH OF DIRTY WATER FUCK.
We grabbed every towel we could find, and the mop. This was around, um, 7:45? The delivery guy arrived, stared at the mess, I smiled and gave him a big tip, and took the food and put it in the kitchen - where it stayed. Adam realized it was that specific pipe, connected to the house's main line, yelled "shut off the washing machine NOW" and I mopped up more water. GAH.
And so, yeah, then we spent over an hour cleaning up, moving things around, cleaning out the entire cat litter closet (wood floor there) and putting the litter boxes in the living room. Then we took a small fan and left it to dry out the hallway. OH! Also, we had been squeezing the mop out in the toilet - and realized that if we flushed, water leaked AGAIN. So, if water went down any drain, that pipe would leak. Well, fuck. We called our friend Billy, who works for a disaster reconstruction company, and he recommended a plumber and an insurance claim. We called Burt, our agent, but since he wasn't available, we just called the main number. They were fucking awesome. They called a Service Master company for us that would come dry us out. We then looked up plumbers, saw Roto Rooter, said, "Sure, what the fuck" and they said they could be to us within two hours - DAMN STRAIGHT WOW. And then Service Master called, said THEY could be here within two hours. And that was all around 9:00 or 9:15. So we may still get to flush, shower, etc, tonight. Adam just duck-bathed with a basin full of hot water, alcohol, a sponge, and the last few clean towels. Poor guy. Oh gods I feel so bad for him. He did not deserve to come home and have the house fall apart like this.
***
We have put on Mr. Coffee for Mr. Roto Rooter Plumber. The price is lower than I'd thought. The guy is very sweet, and he shall be thorough.
It's going to be a long night...
***
Also. Adam brought home REAL NEW YORK CITY BAGELS. I CRIED.
Also, Adam brought home two cans of 28 Black, which I have only ever found in New York City. I CRIED.
Also, Adam is the greatest man I have ever known and he loves me. He loves me. I still don't know why but he loves me. I'M CRYING.
***
Well, the Tramadol and the Carisoprodol and the Clonazepam have kicked in. I am a puddle of not-stress and not-pain and OHM relief. And there is coffee with chocolate.
And THE WASHING MACHINE IS WORKING AGAIN I AM FULL OF ECSTATIC EUPHORIA. LET'S DO A DRUM CIRCLE.
***
