It wasn’t full, it broke.
It actually broke.
Better yet, I was peeing, reached to flush and THEN the bathroom pipes bust.
So, there I am, sitting on the toilet, with water shooting behind me, unable to get anyone’s help because they couldn’t hear me over the sound of rushing water.
Because the one-leg situation combined with the rising water levels are dangerous I was trapped.
There I am, texting “HELP! HELP! BATHROOM HAS EXPLODED!”
The help finally came.
It took forever, but the water main finally got turned off.
When all was said and done we were flooded in the master bathroom, closet, bedroom, hallway, pantry and part of the kitchen.
Welcome, big noisy fans!
This happened on a Saturday afternoon.
We came back from the hotel from hell on Sunday.
So I could fly to NYC so I could have a great stay here, the irony almost smothered me.
Which meant left Pete and the kids to deal with the destruction and mayhem.
So now it’s all a battle with the insurance company. Trying to get them to cover the things that are ruined. We are demanding a mold inspection that they are refusing but we are willing to keep fighting for because of Peyton’s special mold risks.