The DISASTER

Wednesday, June 8, 2011 started like any other day. Brock and I avoided exercising by turning off our alarms and sleeping the extra hour (in our defense, we were extremely sore from lunges the day before). We each went to work, came home, and had dinner- nothing out of the ordinary. Later that evening we decided to go to get frozen yogurt from our favorite place, Golden Spoon. This is where things go awry.

Before getting into the car, Brock mentioned that he was going to turn the sprinklers on to water the lawn. Because of Utah's marathon rain month of May, we had not previously had to water our lawn yet this year. He turned on the water and we left. We were gone no more than 15 minutes (drove there, got our yogurt, and brought it back). When we got home I walked by my bedroom door and told Brock that it sounded like the fan was on...but it wasn't. The hose spigot is right by our bedroom window, so Brock immediately ran outside and to turn the water off. While he was out there, I took one step in our bedroom and...SQUISH. That's right. Flooded bedroom. We realized the water went into our closet (which shares a wall with the closet of the second bedroom). Sure enough, two flooded bedrooms. We called our landlord who then called the carpet restoration guy.

The rest of our night was filled with a lot of waiting, obnoxious neighbors, and ZERO sleep. However, we do have some pretty awesome stories about that...I won't mention them here. We ended up having to completely empty our bedroom and half of our spare room. So where did we put everything, you might ask? Well we piled that second half of the spare room quite high and the rest is in our living room! Oh and I can't forget the awesome industrial fans that we have going in our two rooms...nonstop...for 3 days. Yes!

If you know me at all, then you'll know that the clutter, the mess, and the noise are driving me CRAZY. I live in a hoarder's dream house right now. Here are some pictures:

Just part of the living room. Not pictured: the king size mattress blocking the entrance to the kitchen, the 3 piles of shoes, and the rest of our bed frame by our front door.

Part of our empty bedroom with the restoration man's hoses to suck up the water. If you look closely, you can see how soaked the carpet is (especially below the hose).

Half of our second bedroom.

Our sweet white trash bed until this is all over.

We found out that the pipe that the hose is connected to burst in the wall. Supposedly it's getting fixed. And supposedly the carpet guy is coming back later today to see if carpet and pad is ready to be installed back in. Cross your fingers that we can put our house back together soon!!