This week I started with a plan. I started with determination.
We are getting ready to list our house so I’ve been packing all non-essential items. I cleaned and cleaned and… my son told his friend our house smelled “like a flower’s ass,” which is about the best compliment you can get out of an 18 year old boy.
Then, I sat down to take a break and check my email. All of the sudden it started to smell funny, like bad perm solution. I started walking around the house sniffing to see what had happened and then… I heard it… the waterfall.
I ran down the stairs of the basement to see a geyser of poop water coming out of the pipe in the ceiling. HOLY HELL NOOOOO!
Our city has a combined sewer system. When we finally got some much needed rain, 3 inches fell within an hour overwhelming the storm drains and it backed up into the basement… where my children’s rooms are. I wanted to scream… instead I found my husband’s rubber boots and waded through turds and dirty water to unplug everything.
It took 2 1/2 days to clean and sanitize everything. We lost a couch, a laptop and a monitor. I did more laundry in 2.5 days than I do in 2 weeks. Because I spent about 18 hours a day in the basement, all the cleaning upstairs went to … well undone is what I’ll say.
I’ve kept a sense of humor about the whole thing, but it’s time to get back to work.
Have you ever had a plan fall to crap? How did you overcome the challenge.