Wanna Go Swimming?

I came home from school Wednesday afternoon and turned on the water to wash my hands. The water wasn't working at full speed. Why wouldn't the water be working at full speed? The water hadn't turned off earlier, no one in the house was taking a shower at that time. So what could it be?

Whatever, I thought. The water will get back to normal soon enough. I walked down the stairs to my room. When I stepped off the very last stair, I stepped into a puddle of water. As I kept going down the hall, it got worse and worse. "MOM!!!" I yelled, "Come downstairs right now!! Our basement is flooded!!" Sure enough, our whole finished basement was flooded. I walked into every room downstairs, all of they were flooded except one. The water went up past my ankles. The treadmill, boxes, food storage, Christmas decorations, everything was soaking wet.

I went to my officer meeting, and when I came home found five men in my house, fixing the carpet. They pulled up the carpet, took out the padding, moved all of the furniture into the one room that wasn't flooded, and sucked out all the water from the basement. The men explained to my mom that our water heater had exploded. When they told us that news, it made no sense. One month before, the plumber had come to our house to check our water heater and he told us everything was okay. Nothing was wrong with the water heater. Great plumber right? They hauled out the water heater and brought in some of my favorite things. The never ending, loud noise making, big blue fans. They didn't just bring in one, but seventeen was the lucky number. I hate those things.

Can I just say I hate those fans? I hate them so much. These loud, roaring noise, big bulky fans were everywhere. Even if you were at the other side of the house you could hear them. Because mine and my sisters rooms were flooded we were forced to sleep in the family room where luckily it hadn't flooded. I spend three long nights sleeping in there. Still, being able to hear those fans that I hate so much.

The plumber spent the whole afternoon and evening fixing the problem and told us he would be back the next day to see how much of the carpet had dried. So the next day he came, took out five fans, the next day, five more, and the next day he took out the rest of them. They told us that carpet never dries that fast when it was as wet as it was so we were very lucky. Can I just say when they unplugged that last fan a miracle happened in my house. Quite. It was a thing of beauty.

Our basement is still not put back together. My parents are thinking of redoing the carpet since the project is already half way done. Hopefully if we do that, it will be quick and not to painful. At least our basement is dry, and the fans are out of our house.