Sunday, August 14, 2011
Thus has begun the nightmare. Two roof leaks, the dining room and the master bath. And I'm pissed. The bathroom leak was one that happened originally when we first moved in nearly 2 years ago. Whatever he did to fix it didn't even make it 2 years. The dining room happened last summer, so it lasted a year. Two roof leaks that have been fixed before, and a roofer who can't come out while it's still raining. All with less than a month to go before G comes home.
So I put a bowl on the table, and this morning as I lie on the sofa listening to the pounding echoing rain (it was louder than anything I've ever heard), I knew that the bowl would be useful. The bathroom I can only lie a towel down as it drips. The only good thing I can think is that because of the spot in the bathroom's location, the chance for lasting water damage is unlikely (it's at the end of a sloped roof).
Rainy days are not something I like. G's called the roofer (who we've discovered is in a heavy metal band)... apparently he had a long night because his phone is off and going straight to voicemail. I've put a towel down on the table to help with splatter damage.
I want to curl up and cry, but that's not really an option as the only adult in the house. Ugh. Missed mass this morning because of being up so late dealing with this. And to save my sanity I'm meeting a friend for lunch. I keep telling myself that this too shall pass, but I'm finding it hard to believe today.
at 11:38 AM