The bright side of a minor flood.

We have had a super crazy, very chaotic, extremely productive weekend around here! My parents came in town on Friday and I had a to-do list for my Dad that was easily a mile long. Now, I love my husband, but he is NOT Mr. Fix It. It's just not his strength.....like, in any way. So, I had a whole bunch of stuff for my Dad to fix when he got here. The back of his suburban seriously looked like a workshop on wheels! On top of my own list of projects, my parents let me know that for Christmas, they would help me remodel our guest bathroom! If any of you know my Mom, she is an interior decorator. She is seriously the bomb.com. My Grandmother was also an interior decorator and antiques dealer. I want to say this stuff is in my blood. And it is.....but so is being a cheapskate (thanks to my accountant Dad.) So even thought I WANT to redecorate my whole house, I don't want to pay for anything. So I just don't do anything. 

Enter my Mom and Dad. 

Friday afternoon we spent hours at Lowes picking out new faucets, light fixtures, drawer and cabinet hardware, and a new paint color. It was so fun getting to pick out new stuff that I didn't have to pay for. We got right to work Friday night and everything was going swimmingly (that was an awesome pun that you will figure out later....) until Saturday morning.

Let me preface this by saying my Dad has replaced a million faucets in his life. He could do it with his eyes closed. Let me also say that my house is 20 years old and (apparently) my plumbing is pretty wonky. So my Dad has turned off the water and is about 30 minutes into replacing the faucet. Things are good. All of a freaking sudden.....the water comes blasting back on. And when I say blasting.....I mean BLASTING. Immediate flood in the bathroom. I am screaming (I was standing there watching when this all happened) and trying to find a bowl. HA...a freaking bowl. As if a bowl could contain the amount of water shooting out of the bathroom. Within 5 minutes, my entire hallway and kitchen were under half an inch of water. So, my Dad and Zack run out to the street to figure out why the water is running when it is clearly turned off. And they couldn't figure it out. The valve was just twisting.....doing NOTHING. So I am in the bathroom screaming, Dad and Zack are outside, my Mom is screaming and here comes the boys....just strolling into the flood like it was no big deal. I think Jonathan actually said something like, "Oh hey guys, what's going on?" So, my Dad comes running back in to try and turn off the shut off valves at the sink, which is blasting out scalding hot water. I don't mean like, warm bath water......I mean like boiling, lava hot. And it's spraying all over my poor Dad while he is trying to get the water valve to shut off (for the record, he had a pretty bad burn on his arm from his heroic efforts!)......just then, the god-forsaken valve BREAKS OFF. That's right, our last chance to get the boiling lava hot water to turn off....BREAKS OFF. So at this point, all hell breaks loose. None of us know what to do. We are all yelling at each other, quite a few curse words are being thrown out, I am sobbing....it was not our proudest family moment. By now, there is an inch of water in the hallway and kitchen. And the water is still blasting. I finally just call John Moore and start sobbing into the phone at the poor woman...."LADY!!!  PLEASE HELP ME!" She probably thought I was abducted and the only thing I could reach was a John Moore magnet with their number on it. 

5 minutes later, praise the Lord, my Dad was smart enough to go into the attic and shut off the hot water heater. This solved the problem momentarily. The water stopped. The skies opened and God, feeling pity for our poor little team, shut down the flood. While we waited for John Moore (who I promised that I would calm down and breathe) we used the wet/dry vac to suck up lots of the water and then (very literally) used every towel in the house to dry up the water. At the end of the day.....the valves were replaced, the faucet installed and all is well. There is a little dampness on the edges of carpets and some discoloration on our tile.....but I can live with that. It could have been SO much worse.....so very much worse. And we really aren't sure why the water turned itself back on....maybe some Halloween prank by some moronic teenagers? 

But, the bright side of all of this.....I got a beautiful new bathroom! After all the craziness, my Mom and Dad jumped right back into things and we got everything installed, painted and cleaned. It looks so awesome! We even had time to reupholster the chairs at my kitchen table AND my Dad finished the other stuff on my list. My parents are machines when it comes to home improvement. Even with all of that, it has been a wonderful weekend with our "Honey and Papa!" The boys couldn't be more happy with them around!

Unfortunately, I didn't get any pictures of our crazy adventure (my Dad appears pretty thrilled by that) but trust me when I say it was totally ridiculous. The whole stinking thing. Now, the next thing I want to replace is the washing machine and dishwasher....I am terrified of anything else flooding my house.

Hope you all had a much calmer weekend! :)