Our house flooded Saturday night. Yep, Sunday morning we woke up to our daughters yelling… “It’s wet down here. Why is it so wet?” I was irritated thinking our dog, Chili Pepper, had peed downstairs until my oldest daughter screamed, “It’s really wet everywhere!” Still, I thought—the fish tank must have burst. They are just being overly dramatic…I wish.
My husband and I walked down the stairs and learned the unfortunate truth. Every single room downstairs was flooded—kids rooms, my office, playroom, and the rest. SOAKING WET! Everything had to be moved including the kid’s beds, toys, books, my office stuff, piano, all the other furniture, and the carpet. Wow. Good morning! Time to get up and clean.
You know what really gets me though, (besides spending the whole entire day gutting our house, thinking about how much this is going to cost, and how completely inconvenient this whole ordeal is), I have to face a few realities.
First, although my house looks immaculate, warm, and cozy at first glance—it’s not. Don’t look too close and don’t you dare open a drawer or closet because they are a MESS! Is that normal? Is your closet a little unorganized? Do you have more than one junk drawer—like every drawer? Okay, I’m exaggerating a little here. Not every drawer and closet is a wreck.
I like the house to be clean and tidy. I mean well, but I’m always rushing around from school, to ballet, to piano, to soccer, the grocery store, to making dinner, to overseeing H.W., to laundry, to play dates, and maybe…just maybe out to dinner with my husband or friends.
After removing everything from our downstairs (with the help of my hubby’s dad. Thank you, Papa.), I am forced to sort, purge, and re-organize. This is a good thing. Not exciting, but good. The only problem is that I know very well that it will happen all over again–the mess. I tried to explain to my husband that I don’t even want our house to be perfect. It would feel unlived in. Good excuse, heh? He looked at me as if I was crazy. Yeah, it’s a total excuse.
Second, I have to admit that we are consumers–more than I realized, and I am a little disappointed in myself. It’s not like I’m buying nice expensive stuff. In fact, I cannot believe all of the un-needed toys and trinkets we have. To be fair, I must say that we did just celebrate the girls’ birthdays and Christmas. But still, this is an issue that needs to be dealt with. If I made New Year’s resolution, which I don’t, that would be one. No more buying needless, useless crap! We will be bringing bags of gently used items (the good stuff) to Vintage, a thrift store where my mother-in-law volunteers through Soroptimist.
Third, I am going to have to come up with some serious penalties for the kid’s messy rooms, drawers, floors, and closets. Yes, I know I have to set a good example regarding the closets and drawers, but seriously–after seeing what may have possibly been living under their beds—times are a changing!
Fourth, I’m going to have to come to terms with the fact that our house will be completely out-of-order for a few weeks and that the kids will be sleeping in our room on the floor in a “nest”. I will definitely not be getting any privacy any time soon!
Finally, I feel so lucky to have our home, and we are all taking it in stride so far. You know what–the kids will probably remember this experience as the time the house flooded and they got to have slumber parties in our room for weeks and weeks. Yay!
On that note—I’d better go get some more bins out and start sorting. At least the downstairs will be shiny, new, and completely clean…for a few weeks.
P.S. Don’t forget to check your drainpipes for rocks and roots or this could happen to you too.
P.P.S. I’m actually really liking having the girls sleep in our bedroom with us! I’m feeling more connected.
What is the state of your closets and drawers? How do you keep them in order? How do you get your kids to clean up their rooms (I mean clean, not jam in drawers and closets, and under bed)? Please tell me you have at least one junk drawer or jammed closet.