I hate basements. I grew up in FL where a basement meant the equivalent of a pool. I don't think Mother Nature intended for people to live under the earth's crust and she tries to show us that in various ways, most of them involving water. And since it's also where most teenagers with basements also lose their virginity, I'm thinking of just boarding the whole thing up and pretending it doesn't exist until the girls are off to college.
Sunday morning I got up early to tackle my giant to-do list. I was just finishing watering the garden when both girls met me at the door and informed me, "Hey! We have a pool in our art area! Oh, and we're hungry. Can you fix breakfast?"
I skidding downstairs to find standing water in the back of our basement with it quickly seeping into the rest of the carpeted part. After quickly moving all of the artwork and photos still on the floor in the office along with a bunch of boxes I haven't unpacked from last summer, I got to work shopvac'ing up the water while Len found a water remediation company. They were awesome...a one-stop shop for help. They had a team out to rip up the flooring/baseboards and sop up the remaining water and take away all of the debris. Then they came back with blowers and dehumidifiers. A plumber arrived to take out the old softener and install a new one. And all of it, with the exception of paying for the new softener, was covered by insurance. The blowers/dehumidifiers will run for 72 hours and then we can have them back to install new flooring.