So my wife and I got home late last night from spending most of the weekend with the PQ and her husband to find that an upstairs toilet decided to break and drench the floor upstairs and run through the floor and ceiling downstairs and pretty much ruin a bedroom and bathroom downstairs.
It was not a very good night.
One bright spot was that the son of some close friends was in the area and was able to come over to help clear out one of the rooms so that the water abatement people could do their job. He's an EMT and was concerned about my blood pressure, which was quite high last night. He gave strict orders that I was to not lift or move anything and was ordered to bed around 3am. My poor wife didn't get to bed until after 7am.
I've never had to deal with water damage, so this is a whole new area of stress. The water abatement company wants more stuff moved around downstairs (bookshelf, old organ and a piano) and there is not physically room on our first floor to hold any more, unless someone invents a levitating platform in the next day or so. We're not in a terribly good mood.
I can still use the clothes washer and dryer for the time being (the room they are in also suffered water damage), so I'm trying to wash the clothing that got saturated from the leak. One of our friends from church came over and grabbed a bunch of bags of wet clothing. I'm glad for that. Now I only have about 10 more loads to go here.