Yeah. All good things eventually must end. Sean brought me my cellphone on Monday morning at 7:20am to tell me that it had been ringing. ("It sounds like a haunted house, Mom!" It's actually theme music from the Harry Potter movie) Lo and behold, it's the answering service at work. Their main location had a flood and they didn't have access to all of their phones and needed to have everyone forward their lines to their main number. Yawwwnnnn.....throwing on some clothes to go to the office. Finished in 20 minutes then went home to get a "better" start to the day." Only to have my cell ring again at 1:20 and it's the on-call maintenance guy. Now there's a flood IN MY OFFICE from the toilet in the apartment above. Having just made lunch, I said I'd be there in 20 minutes to check out the damage. Holy crap, the damage. Ceiling tiles destroyed, and everything on top of my filing cabinet was trash: My framed photos of the boys, invoices, work orders.....gone, gone, gone. I'm more frustrated about the work order reports than the photos...I have copies and more frames at home. Those reports take forever to write up!
I spent a big chunk of the rest of the day hoping that there wouldn't be a third call. And there wasn't. I can't decide though....was it better that we were home so I could go over right away instead of walking into this horror show first thing Tuesday morning? I think so....but I'm looking forward to being away at this time next year!