Tonight I wrapped one of Hallie’s presents and walked through the living room as I made my way to the office. The rain was coming down hard outside (very unusual for our area) but there was an unfamiliar sound in the living room. I started to look around and I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. Then a drop of water fell from the ceiling and landed on our dark gray couches. I hadn’t noticed it before, so I put my hand on the water spot and it was soaked. I have no clue how long it had been dripping. But it was in the middle of our living room – I had no idea where it was actually coming from. Of course I see a large puddle by the couch on our brand new wood floors. It was 10:30 at night. My heart sunk. In my panic I went and told Steve, who had just gone to bed. He was less than concerned and said, “Oh.” Oh? We have water dripping from our ceiling on our brand new floors and “oh” was all I got. Good thing I was concerned enough for the both of us. He knew it too, he knew I would take care of it.

In the past, we had had a problem with one of our skylights leaking, but we worked on it and it hadn’t leaked since. But the location of this leak was just random.

The only thing I knew to do was climb into the attic and investigate. Exactly what I wanted to do right before going to bed! It didn’t take long before my heart sank even more. It wasn’t a little leak. In fact there was quite a bit of water. It entered in through the skylight area and it traveled down the length of one truss before it fell off and started to puddle. The puddle saturated the insulation, which then saturated the drywall causing it to leak. I wanted to scream. This repair goes far past anything I would tackle and I’m fairly adventurous. Looks like I’ll be calling a repairman tomorrow. I hate that.

Not to mention I just looked at the weather report and we’re supposed to have rain for the next 12 hours. I wouldn’t be surprised if my flooding dream comes back tonight. I suppose it’s better than the intruder dream!