Friday I got a text while I was at work. Wondering who in the world would text me I went and checked when I had a break. It was my Dad saying "don't be mad." Not understanding what he could mean I asked him what it was about. I went back to work, but my mind was on what he could have done. I thought that he was taking the family to a movie while I was working or maybe he was taking them somewhere else fun. The next break I went and checked his reply and my mind went blank...
"I flooded your bedroom."
I went to my manager and asked her if I could call him to check if he was joking or not... he wasn't. My manager was already gonna send me home so I stocked as fast as I could, the whole time my mind was racing trying to figure out what was on my floor that could have gotten ruined.
Most of what got wet was my bed, clothes on my floor, and a couple of my books got slightly damp. My dad saved what he could when he first realized what was happening and most of the water stayed on one side of the room so all my electronic stuff didn't get wet.
I took this picture today so my room has almost dried out. The spot on the floor is the water stain on the concrete and we had to move my bed over in order to take out the rug that was completely soaked. I had to wipe out my light in order to stop it from dripping on my bed.
Now I'm sleeping with a bunch of blankets and a sleeping bag because I have to keep my window open to keep out the smell. I also don't want to put sheets on my bed just yet because my dad has to pull down sheetrock in order to dry out the ceiling and i don't want white stuff all over.
(Sorry the pic is bad, i took it with my phone and the light in my room is bad to begin with.)
My dad had the best intentions. He was resealing my moms tub and he heard that if you fill the tub first then it makes a clean seal line with no cracks later on. With the tub being a big soaker tub it takes a bit to fill and he got sidetracked and forgot to check so it overflowed.
*sigh* oh well, at least i'm adaptable.
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okay on to something less depressing.
If you've kept up with my family's blog and my cohort's you will know that Boo is heading to California. She left for her grand adventure a few hours ago and the house already seems quieter. I kinda wish I could have gone with her, but I'm not old enough to count as a chaperone and I didn't have the money to go.
It takes me back to my own orchestra trips, the one where I went to Disneyland when I was at Weber High and the one to New York when I went to Clearfield. Both were fun in their own ways and my mom got to come with me to Disneyland, but they also had their share of conflicts. I just hope that Boo's trip is a lot better and doesn't have any problems.
Now if I could just train the hordes of people I'm expecting this weekend to come when I'm not working, all will be good.
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