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It's flu season, and thankfully we have avoided the bug, so far. Instead we are in the bullseye of natural disasters. Last week, my 3yod stopped up the toilet and flooded the bathroom, which in turn streamed under our laminate floor in the hall and into the girls' bedroom. We have mucho experience in wet laminate floor thanks to a water heater leak five years ago, so my husband pulled up the part that was wet before it started buckling. He broke a board. Need I say it did not make him happy? Putting the floor back after it dried did not improve his mood. The girls and I vacated the house for an entire afternoon and came home with fear and trembling. We'll have to replace the carpet, which needed to be replaced anyway. Yucky toilet water + 12 year old icky carpet = really gross stuff not staying in my house. To pull up the floor, he also had to take the trim off three doors, of which three pieces broke. So, after the carpet comes in, guess who is going to be staining and finishing new door trim. Next, my 9yod knocked over a lamp and broke a CFL light bulb. Not normally a reactionist, I still exerted extra caution in cleaning it up. If it had fallen on the carpet we were about to replace because of the great flood, I would have had almost no concern. Instead it had to fall and break on a brand new rug and on a pile of clothes my 9yod had just taken out of her drawer. I'm inclined to take the rug outside and beat it real good to get the mercury dust out, but the clothes are a quandry. Our third semi-disaster was the wind storm which knocked off a few rows of shingles. No big deal. My husband went to HD, every man's dream, and bought new shingles. Only after he had opened the box and climbed up on the roof did he realize they weren't the same color. We wouldn't care except we hope to sell the house next year, and new buyers might not be so forgiving. So, disasters always come in threes, right? Aren't we done?? G |
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