One year ago today, my niece Brimley was visiting us in Wisconsin from Arizona. We had spent the morning at a pioneer activity for Hallie and avoiding the downpour of rain that we were experiencing.
Later that evening, I was cooking dinner when I heard Brimley yell up from downstairs, “Guys? Guys- there’s a lot of water down here.”
We spent the rest of the evening (with some very cherished friends) removing everything from the basement, extracting as much water as we could and ripping out the carpet.
It was a miserable 48 hours. Just miserable. We felt so sorry to our niece who was joining us for a week of fun – which ended up being not so fun!
Within 6 weeks we had the basement back to normal with brand new carpet, we had started the interview process with PetSmart, received an offer from PetSmart and put our house up for sale. The flood was a good starting point to get the basement all cleaned out and in order!
It’s crazy the course of life within a year. We’re living a completely different life in a new state, with a new job, with a new child. To think that was just a year ago is mind boggling.
Although it seems like a lifetime ago, the details are still crystal clear. After we cleaned up the mess we went to bed and we took turns waking up every hour to vacuum more water that had come off the carpets that we had propped up on buckets to dry. For the next several days I remember very vivid and realistic dreams almost like hallucinations. I would wake up in the middle of the night and the street light would catch our shiny wood floors just right and I would swear there was water all over our floor. Two times I got out of bed to go grab towels to clean up the “water”. The incident also made me very anxious during storms.
Even living in Arizona, I get a little restless when it rains a lot. In fact, not too long ago we experienced an abnormally large storm. I awoke in the middle of the night to the rain pelting hard against our bedroom window. Immediately anxiety started to build within me. I tried rolling over and going back to sleep but I was too worked up. Steve could sense my concern and tried comforting me by assuring me there would be no flooding. I knew there was no way I would be able to get back to sleep unless I went downstairs to check. Luckily – no water, Steve was right. I even went outside and watched it come down for a little bit to make sure there weren’t large areas puddling against the home.
I’m hoping my anxiety subsides just a bit. I used to really like storms. I used to enjoy the sound of rain hitting against the window and the smell afterward. I want to go back to that. I want to think of rain storms as puddles and umbrellas, not flooding! Perhaps in a year or two – or maybe purchasing a home without a basement would do the trick!!