We got a ton of water flowing, uninvited, into our bedroom. All of the things got moved away, into the living room. Or den, if you are into that kind of labeling. The kids and J are sleeping in the living room now, and I am in the office surrounded by stuff that belongs in the bedroom. It's fun, oddly, but irritating. Fun is often irritating to me.
It's our first experience of a flooded room in Seattle. It happens, and sometimes it's even dangerous. We were nowhere near that kind of excitement. We simply got a really wet carpet and moved our stuff. No big deal, really. It even inspired me to do another round of cleaning and donating. When stuff you didn't even know you had gets wet, it feels a little silly to have it. I'm ready to simplify.
These kinds of disruptions to our routine can be good for me. I'm not a terribly motivated person, and I get into my little routines quickly, and stay in them until a crisis, or a child, shakes me up. This has some advantages, certainly. But there are downsides too. Strange events like this remind me to stay prepared, because you really don't know what the day will bring.
So, hopefully all will dry out and be well tomorrow. We have powerful heaters and fans working for us, so there is cause for optimism. I spent the day not really worried about where to live, so that was a plus. I spent the day feeling like no matter where I live, I'll be okay. There will be daily work, a little rest, rare crises. It will be stuff that happens, no matter what. That's a good take home from any day.