Well….. where should I start to update you on our craziness??
It’s been an overwhelming month, or maybe we’ve just settled into a new “norm” in our lives. A norm that could quite possibly be called organized chaos. Except of course, to use this terminology, we’d actually need to be organized.
And, in all honesty we are anything but organized lately. My house looks like a bomb went off. As I mentioned a week or so ago, this bomb initially came by way of illness. Hubby was sick for almost 10 days (after 2 cycles of antibiotics he’s finally kicked it). The illness then migrated it’s way over to me. And then, while we were still enjoying the co-mingling of our germs, we had the added bonus of celebrating hubby’s birthday.
Now, you may be thinking “what’s the big deal… everyone gets sick and sometimes it’s during your b-day….”
But let me walk you thru the actual day of hubby’s b-day.
I’ve organized a gathering of our friends at a local comedy club. There are over 20 people meeting us at 7:00 and we’ve already pre-paid. Hubby is feeling feverish and is mustering up all the energy he can to smile through his celebration.
It’s about 6:20 and I run into the basement to grab something out of the laundry room. We need to leave at 6:30
“Oh crap!!!!!” I yell to hubby. “There’s something WAY wrong down here”.
As usual hubby isn’t really paying any attention. Add to that he’s cranky and sick, and upstairs and oh, did I mention cranky?
“Hon…. I think we have a big problem” I say as I glance towards the ceiling…… I’m actually slowly processing what I’m seeing and it’s not making any sense. At the foot of the stairs I can see that the carpet is wet along the wall. So, I’m looking up to see if something is leaking from upstairs. Hmmmmmm… the ceiling is dry. Did hubby spill something (I begin looking for his stash of empty soda cans?)
Then I step off the bottom stair and ….. squish…. squish….. OH NO! The carpet is soaking wet.
I won’t belabor you with the details of how I squished my way through the Man Cave … thwap…. thwap… Or the lake I swam through in the laundry room…. swish…. swish…. But suffice to say, hubby finally had to acknowledge my distressed, shaky, calls upstairs. I see his head peak down the stairs……
And there we stood…. wet socks, sniffly noses and stressed faces, as we tried to figure out why we had 3 inches of water throughout our Man Cave…. YIKES! And, we had 10 minutes to leave for the festive b-day celebration!
Needless to say, we had no choice but to walk away from this new found challenge to head out to the comedy club.
We spent the next couple of days cleaning out closets, moving furniture, sucking up water and calling the insurance company. Oh yeah …. it was more fun than you can imagine!
And then, as if all this fun wasn’t enough, on the tale end of sickness, flooding and an absolutely trashed house… hubby & I needed to head off for a vacation that had been planned for months.
Timing couldn’t have been better …… AND…. timing couldn’t have been worse.
So, we’re now back home. My basement is emptied all over my house, there are dehumidifiers running, fans blowing and now we start dealing with the next steps to put the house back together. The good news is that I’m thankful to have quite a few hubby stories from the past few weeks (floods, travel, cocktails & vacation are the perfect fodder for tales of hubby’s silliness) Now, I just need to find time to actually write some of them down!
I’ll start you out with these tidbits….
- We actually had a back-up sump pump (still in the box) sitting on the sopping wet carpet.
- The sofa that hubby hates came out completely unscathed
- Hubby actually got one of his big wishes….. an indoor swimming pool (I’m surprised he didn’t have Corona bottles floating around the Man Cave!)
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