I wanted to share my first little home disaster experience with you—it just so happened to be on my 25th birthday.
The story begins when James moved in at the end of March. I
was so excited to be living together because we were on opposite schedules (he
was working nights at the time). Having him there meant seeing him more than
just his days off, and while I was a little sad to give up my “me days” I was
so ready to take this next step in our relationship.
For those of you that don’t know James, he is a tech guy. He
works in IT. He has THREE computer screens. Basically if it has to do with
computers, he’s your man. This is one of the things I love about him.
So, as part of his
desire to make my house feel like home to him and is tech savvy ways, he wanted
to wire the whole house for Ethernet, and while he was at it, the cable as
well. I helped pitch in for supplies and was excited to have all the dirty work
done for free. So he went ahead cutting holes in my walls (EEEEK) and having me
hand wires up and down through the crawl space.
Once he got started I realized he was right that it was ridiculous to
hire someone for $300+ just to run wire through the place.
This work continued on my birthday which landed on a
Saturday this year. I had enjoyed an amazing brunch with my friend Hillary who
was in town and we ate at one of my faves -
Big City Coffee (yum!). Since I had
celebrated a little the night before, I laid down for a little recovery nap
that afternoon before my birthday party that night.
That is when I heard it... Profanities came through the
walls and it sounded like someone had turned every faucet and shower in the place
on high. It took me a second to process, then I hopped out of bed to see what
was going on. By then James had reached the water supply turn off (Thank God.)
The damage however, had been done.
He explained to me that he must have drilled through a pipe.
There was a small hole in the center of my living room wall, which is the
separating wall between the living space and the master bath.
Somehow I was
able to keep my wits about me. First thing I did was call the plumber. Next I
called Dad, the answerer of all questions. He told me to go ahead and call the
claims line for my home insurance. I would have never guessed I would need to
use my insurance only a month after moving in!
With the plumber on the way and a call made to my insurance
agent, who said cleanup crew would be there within a couple hours, I was
finally able to relax. I remember a moment sitting on the couch with James. He
was upset. It was plain to see. That’s when I laughed, and told him shit
stuff happens. He apologized again and again, but really what was done was
done.
The plumber showed up within 20 minutes. I called Anderson Plumbing who I highly recommend. They had installed my new kitchen sink and
disposal and I had their magnet on my fridge (so handy for emergencies like
this!). He sawed a hole in the wall to inspect the damage.
James had hit a 3/8” supply line. We’re talking a TINY pipe.
Out of the whole 15’ length of the wall, he had managed to hit just the right
spot. The plumber and I found this amusing, James did not. The guy had it
patched up in no time, and handed me the small portion of piping he removed,
with the drill hole dead center.
The best part of the whole thing was the plumber handing me
the invoice to sign for—a whopping $70. I was expecting $200+ for emergency
quickness, etc. I must have said something to the effect of “that’s it?” to
which he responded, “I feel bad for the guy.”
After all was said and done, I still had a really good
birthday. We had friends come over to have a few beers, and then I headed to
the RAM to meet everyone else. James waited behind to meet the cleanup crew so
that I was able to get to my birthday party on time. I was overjoyed by the
turn out and felt so loved. We proceeded to have a great night out on the town,
including James who was not far behind
me arriving to the party.
Me and the girls out for my birthday! |
James even gave me a real smile for a birthday picture! |
I got to come home to what the cleanup crew had done. The toilet
in my master bath was gone and the vinyl around it was torn up. They had
removed most of the baseboards in the living room, and set up fans throughout
the house.
The hole where my toilet had been, and a couple fans... |
For the next few days, we were in hell. During the days it
would get to 95 degrees and higher in the house from the fans. They had to run
24/7 to make sure everything got completely dry. Fuses were blowing left and
right. It was worth it though and we were lucky. No serious damage was done to
my hardwood floors or the crawl space.
Looking back, it was probably a good thing this happened
when it did. We hadn’t gotten fully moved in yet, so there wasn’t much in place
to damage. I now also know how to file a claim for my home owners insurance!
And, I owe James an apology for showing everyone the pipe
and telling the story, when really he was just trying to help. Sorry! I love
you!
Now we can look back at it and laugh. As well as enjoy the
new floor in the bathroom that came out of the deal (Yay! No more carpet!), and
cable and internet in every room!
TTFN Friends!
Laura
Laura, such a crazy story! I'm glad everything worked out okay-- that could have been SO bad. Make sure you add me on Google Friend Connect my sweet blogger friend :)
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