The terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
Yesterday’s small headache has turned out to be a gross interpretation of a raging migraine. Or possibly a brain tumor. I feel like the bottom has dropped out. And while I know there are worse disasters than we’re going through right now, this is the worst one that has happened to me personally and I really don’t know how we’re going to recover. I feel like our house is trying to devour us.
The house’s insatiable need for repairs has been leeching away our savings for the past several years and is now working its way through our credit. The $2,000 fix for our wet basement is turned out to mean the diversion of an underground river into our septic field and will surely mean thousands more dollars to come. Water is erupting all over the yard, including an enormous bubble under the turf which sucked off Mr. Spy’s shoes as he walked on it last night. We have turned off the water to the house, to prevent any further damage and to prevent sewage from backing up in the back yard, but the new pump has been running constantly, pumping thousands of gallons beneath our new basement floor. It sounds like a river in my newly dry laundry room.
The septic company came out on an emergency call yesterday, but there was not much they could do. It’s just too much water going the wrong way. We will need to dig a second sump pit and reroute the water somewhere else. We don’t know how or when this will happen. The company that did the work yesterday has no emergency number, only an answering machine telling us they’ll get back to us on the next business day. We are just glad it is summer, so things aren’t freezing up, so we can get outside and wash off in the stream.
In lieu of showers, AJ and I went for an after-dinner swim at the pool yesterday, a brief moment of peace in our day. On the way home, I was worrying about how we were going to pay for this or for our property taxes due in September. I explained to AJ that the problems we’re having with the house would mean that we weren’t going to be able to take a vacation this year. He replied, “That’s okay, Mommy. Now that we already have a tent, we can just go camping.” Right now, though, camping in the yard is out. There is a massive lake, river, ocean just below the surface. But somehow, I need to find a campground for him. Meanwhile, with no running water in the house (at least not in the right places), it is rather like camping around here. We are brushing our teeth with water squeezed sparingly from a bottle and reusing our dishes several times before washing. And in the unlikely event that we can stop worrying long enough to get to sleep, we will be dreaming of showers.