It’s 1:15am. Pillows and blankets are covering the olive green sectional in my living room. My wife is asleep at one end, she does work tomorrow, the cat is trying to shake me down for food. If he doesn’t get his late night bribe, he’ll do his best to try to wake up my wife, or worse, our child who decided she didn’t want to sleep tonight.
Sometime around 4:45pm to 5pm my wife walked upstairs to get something from our bedroom and couldn’t help but notice the giant puddle of brown/orange water on the floor, and on the blankets, and on the mattress, and the light fixture from the ceiling, and the bubbling blisters of paint on the ceiling. Our bedroom is unusable right now. We relocated what we could. The blankets went into the washer and dryer right away, so at least we can use those tonight. We will need a new mattress now. I just went upstairs to access the damage with a flashlight, and ended up having to crack a window and then crank up the heat. I don’t know what it is, but there is a godawful stench emanating from that room.
The insurance adjuster can’t get out here until at least 10am tomorrow morning. I hope this is a quick and easy fix. This sectional is murder on my back. Also, my home office is now a closet for all of our clothing, which makes it almost impossible to do work in. I’ve got a project due tomorrow. I’m not happy with the way I had to half ass it this evening due to all the time I lost. I’ve got two weeks to fix it after this, and I’m not sure I can do that without a quiet space to work.
This is just adding to the stress I already had. I’m really hoping this is covered by our insurance, because if that smell doesn’t go away soon, we’ll need to find somewhere else to live for a little while. I don’t want to sleep on the couch for the next two to four weeks. On the bright side, according to the contractor I spoke to, and the insurance agent, we’re not alone. The temperatures fluctuated above and below zero enough to cause problems for many people throughout the city. I wanted to do some renovations upstairs, but I was hoping to wait until I had a job again.
It’s almost funny. I have lived in 7 different buildings in my life, and this is the only time I have had to put out containers to catch water dripping from the ceiling. I feel like I’ve seen this in cartoons so often, it didn’t really happen to anyone.