Problem: 2 more streppy kids
Solution: 1 phone call to docs office and 1 trip to pharmacy. EASY.
Problem: Sump Pump broken. 1-2 inches of standing water in the basement.
Saving Grace: Water was ONLY in the play area which had recently (and uncharacteristically) been cleaned up recently. There were no stuffed animals on the floor, no dress up clothes, nothing that we couldn't wipe dry. The only wet thing to contend with is the rug which is already named, "The Sacrificial Rug" due to it's role in protecting the carpet of a dining room in a previous home. So it, as usual, has lived up to it's name. Also, the water did not touch a single book. We have hundreds of school books in the basement and the school room was untouched. I can't tell you my gratefulness.
Solution: Listen to this crazy God moment. Yesterday when I posted about our fun trip to the doctor my friend showed up at the house with chicken soup not an hour later. It was wild. I felt like I pressed "Post" and then turned around and she was there. It was such a blessing in so many ways.
So this morning Anthony send up the alarm about the flooded basement. Chills go through my spine. I will share this FB comment that I left not 2 weeks ago. "I am dreading a basement flood. All of our schoolbooks and toys are down there so if it ever happens it could be a complete disaster. Nothing like living on the edge." That was March 9th.
So we take a survey of the damage, breath a huge sigh of relief and thankfulness for The Sacrificial Rug and I say to John, "Well. Maybe we should get a dehumidifier. That's something that people do when this happens." He replies something about calling the plumber to fix the sump pump. Then I recommend that we call my chicken soup friend's husband as he is a carpenter and contractor and a generally "useful engine" as Thomas the Tank Engine would say. He's also extremely generous with his time and talents. As we are discussing this the kids have gotten their raincoats and boots on and are marching down to the giant puddle inside. "Fun times", they are thinking. (The picture is us baling the water - it was fun - for some.)
John gives chicken soup husband a ring and starts explaining the situation and Fred says, "OK, here's what you do. Walk to the front door." And suddenly I can hear both sides of the conversation and there is Fred, in my kitchen. I think to myself, "Wow. The L's response time to the Love's crises is really improving. That couldn't have been more then one minute after we called them this time."
Fred goes and hits the motor which he explains is the first line of defense when this happens (good to know) and then declares the sump pump dead. He tells John to run up to the local hardware store and when he gets back Fred installs the new pump. Problem solved in under an hour. Unreal. We didn't even have time to freak out. Much. Then he brings us his dehumidifier to borrow (I knew that had something to do with floods).
Next Fred pops on up to our bathroom and fixes the leak that's been stumping the best minds in the house (and the master plumber we called in) in our bathroom for over a month. Now we can re-drywall our foire ceiling. And although I will miss the bathroom plumbing being the first thing that people see when they walk in the door I am very happy to not have to pull out a bucket every time we bathe the children. This is apparently the reason Fred was in our driveway when John called him this morning. He had taken the morning off from working on his own project to fix that pesky leak for us. I know, I know. What makes us so lucky?
So, I think the lesson learned is that I no longer have to worry about anything anymore. The next time a pipe bursts or I have to run a kid to urgent care I'll just tell John, "Don't worry honey. I'm sure the L's are on their way. Just have a little patience."
God is good and today He was good through my friends. Thank you!