when it rains it pours... no literally it does.

I'm going to start with my list because the rest of this is going to be whiney. I am sorry, but I am warning you now so if you want to ignore the whining you can skip this.

1. Having friends that I can say this to, "No way, you too? I thought I was the only one." Making me feel slightly less crazy and weird and a teensy bit more normal.

2. Seeing how excited Scout becomes when she sees me at my parents house on an "on" Sunday when the whole family is there and it's chaotic and crazy. She'll spot me, come over for some reassurance, then go hide again but all the while knowing she's okay because I'm still there to protect her.

3. My dad leaving popsicles at my house the other day.

4. Sunshine.

5. Knowing I get to see the Atlantic Ocean this fall.

6. Having a roof over my head....(pertains to my whining)

7. The smell of my house right now, I made cookies earlier and the house still smells homey.

8. Music, and people who love the same music as I do.

9. My sister Deb, she took Scout & Callell on a walk today.

10. Dave, for being the best roommate and brother a girl could ever have.

So here the whining comes. Saturday I woke up to the sound of the phone ringing... thinking really it's too early and hearing my mom, who sounds very upset, on the other end. She asks for my brother, I tell her I will let him know and that I'm sorry and sad to hear her news. I then think, did Scout revert to being a naught puppy and pee on the carpet? Yes, I did bend down and smell it, I also looked at my socks to see if there was any color to the fluid they had absorbed while I was standing talking to my mom. Nope, no pee smell or yellow on the socks. She is the good potty trained dog I love and adore. I notice that the carpet is squishy in that spot. I then look for other sketchy spots and find quite a few, I look for a sight of entry the walls weren't bubbled out or looking like they were having problems with water seeping in so I was baffled. Now Dave had taken off by this time and no one at my parents house would answer any of the calls I made, cell/home/office all went to voicemail. Finally I was able to get ahold of my mom and tell her what was going on and she gave me some good advice, tell Dave (see great roommate, being my go-to fix it guy). Turns out a sprinkler head outside one of my windows was broken, not sure how, but it was just gurgling water out, which ultimately led to it seeping into the old old cracks in the foundation of my very old old house and into my room. My dad came up to help my brother figure it out and work on some other plumbing/sprinkler system issues at the same time. My dad is a rock star!

I tried soaking the water up with towels, which didn't work to well. I moved furniture and I'll have you know that the room in which I live is well stocked in furniture. My aunt and uncle had furniture in there when I moved in so it's a pretty crowded room full of miss-matched pieces, I like to say it's eclectic, but every wall spot is covered with a chair, dresser, end table, etc so moving pieces away from the wall and into the center of the room is not the easiest of tasks. I am too embarrassed to post the photos I took tonight to show you the utter chaos my bedroom has turned into. It went from being cozy and safe to looking like an atomic bomb blew up in there. Today I went into Home Depot and rented one of the carpet fans to see if that'd work. I did attempt to pull the carpet up but I'm pulling the girl card and admitting that I couldn't do it. Dave was successful tonight and now my room is even more chaotic. The dress that was against the wall, i had moved to fit snugly against the end of my bed, is now on it's side between my bed and my desk (and that is not a big space) in order for the carpet to have been pulled up and rolled up. That dresser I've learned was soaking up the water because the base is slightly warped and you can tell it's experienced some water damage.

My windows are opened, which is the first and probably the last time they'll ever be opened as long as I'm living in the room. Sorry basement room with windows that look out into ivy vines just is a bad situation with the spiders and I'm not about to open the windows so they can crawl right on in .... gooo! The carpet fan continues to do it's job (I hope). And I am now bedroom-less. I have dresser drawers stacked on the floor in the safe zone, I have a chair pretty much blocking the door, a dresser and another small piece of furniture on the other side of my bed. Both blocking Scout from being able to get into her kennel or to her toys. I have books and decorations covering the other pieces of furniture and my bed because of the dresser that is currently on its side trying to dry its bottom and to save space. I am grateful that this house does have an extra room for my aunt and uncle, who own the house, because I would be sleeping on the extremely uncomfortable couch in our family room other wise. I am grateful for a friend whose family is in the carpet business and helped with the tip on how to get the carpet up from the floor. I am grateful for Scout being a trooper and not minding the new sleeping situation until our room is back to normal. The ultimate bad news though, I'm just about to start a 3 night shift in a row and my cave of a room is not really a cave. It smells like an old musty mildewy beach house that's been standing on the beach for the last 70 years. It makes me think of the times when my family went to the East Coast for a family vacation and the first scent I would smell is that humidy/mildewy/coastal beach house smell that if is in a beach house is perfectly fine, but when it's in your bedroom in the middle of a dry hot heat there is something wrong. If I cannot run out to the ocean and swim when the room where I'm sleeping smells the way it does, it's just not right. The next problem would be the windows, I have had them covered for the last 2+ years with my ghetto version of some curtains to help make the room darker so I can sleep during the day for work, those have been removed to allow as much airflow as possible and it is now a bright regular bedroom. The final problem is the utter chaos and mess, I can't sleep when there is stuff piled up on the chair and furniture all around me. I feel like Sarah in the movie Labyrinth, with David Bowie {What you haven't seen it?! You must rent it now or borrow it from me because it's the best thing that came out of 1986}, when she is lost in the junk yard area and she finds her old bedroom but it stuff just keeps falling on her. It makes me all very claustrophobic and I don't like it.

This is getting really really really long and redundant, sorry. I hope your sprinklers never ever break and gurgle water down to your foundation that may have cracks in it thus flooding but not really flooding more like soaking your carpets a bit at a time until it makes a cluster cuss of a mess.... Hope you liked that run-on sentence all you grammar fanatics.