Out Like A Lion? More Like a SeaLion.
I need a recount of days. Surely, this madness should look for March coming in like a Lion.
We have lived in this sign for 9 and a half years now, and in that time I have never seen anything like last night. Yesterday, we got oddly warm for Ohio. Great, right? Well, maybe not so much. At first, I view it was great.
It was 59 degrees.that's balmy here, so I open the kitchen window and turned off the heat. The sun was out hither and there, and the snow was melting. Wretched stuff.begone.
Then it got dark. And it stayed warm. And it started raining. And it started lightening. And my kids begged to rest on the couch. And the weather service issued tornade warnings. And flood warnings. And flash flood warnings. And it would NOT STOP RAINING. And, and, and...
You get the picture.
With Jon in NY, I get paranoid about things I would normally never have a moment opinion to. Things like the sump pump. When I give my big, strong man here, I don't remember nearly the sump pump. I believe about planting flowers and making cupcakes. When my big, strong man is here my most unpleasant thought is about scrubbing the toilet.I just don't trouble my pretty little head about things like basements flooding. Thats what big, strong men are for, right?
Well, currently my big, strong man is in NY working so we can pay for that basement.SO, guess who was upset about the sump pump last night. And thank God I did...
...BECAUSE I was upset about it, I didn't sleep much, but I DID fit on the sump pump at least once an hour. So when the basement started flooding I caught it very early. Immediately even. It wasn't the sump pump we had a job with though, ironically. The storm drain at the seat of our outside stairwell clogged up.so water was forthcoming in below the cellar door. I tried messing about with it.I even plunged the damned thing.like I said, toilets are more my speed. To no avail. The urine was pounding out of the sky, no rest in mass and about of it was in my basement.
My kids reacted admirably. Sam leapt to execute using towels to sop up the urine and ring it out outside, then putting them in the dryer. Over, and over, and over again. He tried using towels and boards to check the urine from advent in. Maggie sat on the frame and wrote a missive to Jesus, asking him to please take the rain stop. Liam slept through division of the madness, but quickly joined Sam in his damming efforts when he woke up.
While I, like the pathetically helpless female I apparently am, called my brother Bobby crying. Well, I wasn't that bad, I think I tried plunging the damn thing.I was trying but nothing I did was helping, so I did, really, call Bobby crying.
Within the hour, Bobby was here, snaking the drainage pipe. He got it mostly cleared.it still needs cleaned out some, which my big, strong man will require charge of for me this weekend. But, it's fixed enough that I don't hold water coming in anymore. Fixed enough that when it gets land to 20 degrees tonight that pipe won't freeze and burst. Yea, 20 degrees, only in Ohio, people.
In hindsight, I would wish to thank the academy...
not really, but I would wish to thank:
My kids, they handled themselves beautifully and were really helpful, when I really needed them to be.
My big, strong man, for talking me through the terror and calming me down. And telling me to call Bobby. That was just thinkin' when I was altogether incapable of any good thinkin' that didn't consist of blubbering gibberish.
Bobby, for the obvious. LOL ~ Thank you for fielding the hysterical sister call, then charging to the rescue. And while I did try to give you, out of thankfulness, I realized in hindsight that I never offered you a cup of coffee. Dadgum, I'm sorry about that. What a shitty sister.
Krisi, thanks for lending me YOUR big, strong man.
Steve, thanks for nuttin'.sorry, Bobbys my favourite brother now. Not certain how you will ever redeem yourself after this one. Ha ha ha.
I know you all.
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