Lessons from a Flooded Basement - 1

Our basement flooded two weeks ago. The day that Marc left for four days. The day that we started two weeks of standardized tests for homeschool. Flooded. We've had dampness before, a little bit of water. But these were small lakes.

I'm determined to not miss the lessons that that this experience is continuing to teach me. It is costing too much emotionally and financially to not get some squeezed benefit. Over the next few months, this will be an occasional (and my very first) blog series: Lessons from a Flooded Basement.

We have options in these unexpected life crises. We can cry. We can deny. OR, we can blog. 

Lesson #1- It didn't look THAT bad - or SOMETIMES my perspective isn't enough

My first step of action on flood day was to email Marc. "There is water in the basement. I am going to ignore it until tomorrow." Based on our previous small amounts of wet in the basement, and based on the fact that I just peaked into the dark and didn't do a thorough exploration, this made sense.

My second step was to buy a shopvac - surely a 5 gallon one would be plenty (200 hundred gallons later, I'm not so sure). I vacuumed the water in small bits of time, determined to help the kids and I have as normal a week as we could without Marc at home.

The third step was to call the plumber and ask him to see if we could get the sump pump to work (it has never worked in our 7 years of living here - and it has been okay).

(This used to be a laminate
wood floor .)

By Wednesday, most of the water was not visible. I could hear it under the floating floor in some places, but it was under control.

Friday the plumber came. After a quick look at things my new superhero said 'you need to find out if you have an insurance rider for this'. Marc (home now, thank God), called insurance. Yes, we had purchased a rider. In the next thirty minutes the disaster cleanup company was at our house pulling up the floating floor and assessing the damage.

All weekend fans, dehumidifiers, and filters have run in the basement. The bottom foot of all the walls has been cut away. Everything in the basement was on foam blocks.

I had NO IDEA. No. idea. It was so wet. There was so much under the level that I couldn't see.

I needed to get someone who (1) wasn't me or married to me and (2) who knows water and basements to tell me that this was a big deal and it needed immediate and radical attention.

I'm learning this in life, too. 

When I look at life through my lens or by myself - maybe it's not the most accurate picture. The person who may have the most important feedback might be the most expected or unexpected individual. If I don't invite them into my life, and have my heart open to what people have to say, I am left only with my own blurry myopia.