I'm trying not to cry right now. I wanted to be cheerful and insightful and uplifting this morning... but then this morning arrived and... raw sewage. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
Words like disaster are swirling around my head.
I thought I was being so clever and prepared when I moved many of our belongings from the "box room" which I just knew would flood, out of the flood path. I was ready for the giant snow melt off that was coming.
Yesterday I went down in the basement for a few moments and I smelled something foul. But I really didn't think much of it. Between my pregnancy sense of super smell and the virus that was sweeping through the house (I think those of you who suggested Norovirus are likely correct), everything has smelled disgusting. Burritos? Yuck. Pizza? I hid into the bathroom until it was eaten.
So imagine my surprise this morning when I went downstairs, my head still pounding, to get pants for Mae, who, had tumbled into something, split her lip and was covered in blood (I know. I know. It gets better and better!) and I slipped across the basement floor.
For a split second I found myself blaming the cat. Had he decided not to use his litter box in some passive aggressive cat fit because I won't feed him the 6 dinners that he feels he deserves?
And then I realized it wasn't.
I struggled with denial for a solid 15 seconds. The basement has now flooded around six times since we moved in roughly 19 months ago. And the sewer? Well... Roto Rooter just fixed the line last May the last time the sewer backed up and flooded the basement. So it couldn't, it just couldn't be.
Now here's where I made my real mistake. I noticed that one of the boxes I'd moved into the "safe" zone was full of beautiful little girl dresses... the special ones that I didn't give away before we left Florida. It was now soaking in sewage. I tearily asked Paul to throw them in the wash as I sobbed to our therapist about what had happened.
Can you see where this is going? Because what is the very, very worst thing that I could have done if the sewer was backed up?
If your answer is, using more water, than you're right.
The flood went from 1 room to 3 room before I could remember what happened last time and pulled on boots and raced downstairs to find my sewer fears confirmed and to turn off the washing machine before the rinse cycle ended.
It is the sewer. It is horrible. It did flood the area with all of our clean laundry and all the baby clothes I had in boxes and bags waiting to be sorted.
I think I'm going to be sick. Okay, I think I'm going to be sicker than I was before just thinking about this.
I'm now waiting for a call back from our land lord and trying not to have a nervous breakdown in the meantime. Because raw sewage was the last thing I needed to find filling my basement after this weekend.