Just one thing after another...

Ahhh - home ownership...I love it and I hate it...mostly hate it though. The great side of having a home is just that...having home. Decorating it, throwing parties, calling a place "your own" is wonderful...

However...

There's the other side of it. Backed up drains, DIY project hiccups, and random unforeseen debacles that end up whisking away your hard earned savings! {{sigh}}}

The latest in the saga was this morning. I decided that I was going to work from home today...so I got up to Brian's alarm and chatted with him while he was in the shower...upon getting out he asked if I knew where his red tie was...I began the search for the red tie. As I went from room to room...he did as well...he had gone all the way downstairs to our basement/laundry room where he yelled for me. So I trotted down the stairs to find him moving things quickly around the basement.
"I found the tie. He said, "...it's soaked" As he moved the trunk that was in the corner next to our water heater and furnace it exposed the now greenish colored soaking carpet. "The carpet is soaked...all along the wall" A flood of thoughts raced around competing for attention in my head. MOLD!! YUK! DANGER! GET IT OUT!! It's never going to dry etc....
Before I knew it Brian was running out the door for work.

So there I was. Me VS The Mold. I had to do something...I went upstairs and got the fan - plugged it in and pointed it at the wet carpet. I took a step back and stared...'this is not going to dry' I thought to myself. So - I had to take action! I ran upstairs and grabbed Brian's utility knife and decided that this mold was coming out RIGHT NOW! I stabbed it into the sopping floor and before long I had a 3x3 piece of carpet and carpet padding being thrown out on the front walk. It HAD to go...I walked back and pointed the fan at the newly revealed wet cement slab...and stared again. SCORE: Rachael 1 Mold 0 I win.

But then another thought hit me..."Rachael! you just cut a square out of your carpet!" It was not a tidy square either...I do not have precision surgical hands....and clearly I was NOT made to do carpet. Ya - it looks awful. I have a giant hole that I cut in my carpet...

I told Brian through sniffs and tears what I had "accomplished" and he took it rather well...saying that we should have something else down on the floor anyway. He then went on to let me know that he won't get a lunch today and I won't see him until 8pm this evening...the tears started again. By this time his boss has not only robbed my husband of the Christmas spirit, but now I can't even get a little glimpse of him at lunch during my work from home day. Official meltdown had set in.

After a couple minutes of talking through everything I felt better. I got off the phone with Brian (who was very calm about the giant hole in our carpet) and had a little glass of eggnog and a peach muffin from Mariano's. I love peach muffins from Mariano's...especially warmed in the microwave...it makes me feel like they're just freshly baked.

Now - I really need to pull myself together get out there and go pick up Brian's snow board boots! He's going to be so thrilled! Just in time for Christmas!