The kids and I returned, soaking wet, from our grocery shopping yesterday to discover a flooded basement. Since the bulk of the mess was under the boys' bedroom window, my guess is that the window well filled with water and leaked through.
Bill is TDY. In Europe. I'm sure he's miserable.
Well, the boys' room needed cleaning anyway. Somehow, none of the dozens of books scattered on their floor got wet, but they did lose some of their artwork. Oh well.
I've been reading a Charlotte Mason book and last night's reading covered tidiness. Just add that to the long list of good habits my children seem to be lacking. I've got less than 8 years before I set Fritz loose on the world. Guess I'd better get started, especially given this morning's scenario where he dressed for mass wearing jeans with holes in them. After he said his church pants were AWOL, I up-ended every hamper in the house to no avail. He finally found them on the floor of his closet.
The Emergency Flood Service guys arrived at 9 am while I was still in my bathrobe. In about 5 minutes, they'll have to move their van so I can leave. I'm not comfortable having strange men in my house when Bill is gone, and even less having them in the house when I'm gone too. I guess I'll mention the vicious attack dog upstairs, so they'll stay in the basement. As much as I do not like my dog's aggressive nature, times like these I'm thankful for the loud barking which evaporates any potential "easy victim" thoughts.