Because yesterday was rainy (again) and we were stuck inside, I thought it was the perfect opportunity to thoroughly clean and declutter the house. I am not an individual who enjoys the process of cleaning. In fact, if I were to rate my housekeeping I would land squarely at a 5. I don't lack the skills, but I certainly lack the motivation.
Every once in awhile the mood strikes me to thoroughly clean everything. Yesterday was one of those days. While the boys busied themselves with their computers and television, I spent the afternoon scrubbing, purging the junk and organizing. I was exhausted when I was done, but the satisfaction of sitting down in a clean house is amazing.
Unfortunately, my clean house vibe didn't last long. I went into our basement to locate a prosthetic foot and discovered a massive water leak. I don't know how long the water has been flowing because we haven't been in the basement for several days. The water was leaking long enough to cover 3/4 of our basement garage.
I felt like crying. I felt like hiding. I felt like screaming. None of these reactions would have helped the situation.
Instead, we rallied and got to work. Robby picked up the water logged papers and assorted items to trash. (He ended up filling three contractor size trash bags.) I mopped and used the wet/dry vacuum to remove as much of the water as possible. Scott worked to locate the source of the leak.
The water seems to be seeping through the cinder block wall directly underneath the well water intake pipe. We are hoping beyond hope that the leak is in the L-joint pipe that is directly above the oozing block. Of all of the repair options, replacing that joint will be the easiest and the cheapest.
This morning I am waking up in a clean house with no water. (We cut the electric to the well pump to stop the leaking.) We are waiting for the specialized plumber who promised to make it here sometime today. Until then, we are in water damage triage mode.
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