The night before Madeline's birthday, I went upstairs to get jammies for the little boys and found water pouring out of the toilet in the hall bathroom. The rugs and towels on the floor were soaked and it was soaking into the carpet in the hall. Of course, Todd was working late and not home. I turned the water to the toilet off and spent the next two hours with buckets and rags, sopping and disinfecting and plunging and cringing at the grossness of what had occurred. The carpet didn't feel that wet, and I used carpet cleaner and a fan and thought I could put it all behind me.
That is, until I went downstairs the morning of Madeline's birthday to get the cake plate and saw this:
A giant bulge full of toilet water two floor down...and then Cooper found another in the ceiling
Dripping onto the carpet. And we found a path of destruction going through the middle of our entire house. All three floors. I was overwhelmed to say the least and didn't really have any idea what would happen.
But after Todd called insurance and a restoration company, I began to see that my world might be a bit upside down for awhile. And yep, it totally is. Water damage is bad. But toilet water damage is really bad...now we are staying with Gpa and Nana while our house is getting torn apart. Nothing that got wet can be salvaged because it was wet with sewage water. I just keep shuttering...here is all our carpet, only a year and a half old...
Madeline's room...she was pretty sad to find out on her birthday that her room was getting torn apart.
hall
basement
piano room
1/2 bath ceiling
pantry
basement
And then our 2017 van got hit and the bumper is all dented...yep, this month is awesome.
