This time I noticed the dripping sound coming from above and made a mad dash to the upstairs bathroom where I found the faucet handle broken off and the water running full blast. Awesome. Well awesome if definitely not the word I used at that given moment. I made a frantic call to the Hubs to get home ASAP and spent the next 1 1/2 hours frantically mopping up the floor.. er I mean floors.
It was really not my finest hour... Er hours.
I held it together until Blair walked in the door and then I blubbered on him like a schoolgirl. And then my baby (Jordy) blubbered on me like a schoolboy. Poor baby was so worried we were going to have to move away and that our house was ruined. I hate scaring my kids like that.
Now that a few days have passed it seems like not that big of a deal. All except the holes in the dining room ceiling I guess...
6 comments:
So sorry- that is definitely no fun!
Yuck! I hate water damage. Did someone break the faucet and not tell you?
Are you going to leave the holes for our super weekend? Maybe you can put Uncle Ben to work, he loves to do construction jobs!!
Ceiling, schmeiling. Who needs a ceiling? At least now you can see into the bathroom so it doesn't happen again, right?
Aubry if only! The hubs broke it and bought a new fixture like 8 months ago.
Beast.. I already told Ben the same thing! I figured we could stuff Annie in there to check for mold. She's small enough.
I am so sorry!
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