Mom, my brother and I spent the morning putting in the garden. Lala was reasonably interested and behaved alright. She started kicking off a little after lunch. Between allergies kicking my ass, how uncertain everything's been and how unsettled my day off was shaping up to be, I was pretty annoyed. I decided to throw another load of laundry in and try to nurse her to sleep.
I stepped into Bard and I's bedroom into a standing puddle of water on the carpet. It was spreading slowly, running like a tiny creek throughout the room. I freaked out. I burst into hysterical tears. It was just too much. The mess of clothes, papers, electronics (!) that were all across the floor waiting to be tidied later today were sitting on top of an inch of water.
So Bard and Mom and my brother jumped into action while I freaked out in the living room for a little bit. The water was in Mom's room and the bathroom as well. The landlord came, as did my stepdad, and everyone began the tedious task of unburying the source of the problem and cleaning up the ridiculous mess. Somewhere in the line between the bedroom and the hose on the side of the house, a pipe had cracked. So when we turned on the hose to water the garden, water essentially gushed in the house.
I took the baby out of the house, since our things and shop vacs were suddenly taking over all the space in our little house. We wandered around Big Box for a while, visiting with the old ladies until we could go home. The house needed time to dry out so Bard and I ended up taking Lala out into the world for a while. When we got back, it still wasn't dry but moreso, so we took a really long walk around the neighborhood.
By the time we got home, I was totally done. I just wanted to go and be in my room for a little while. But everything was still pretty wet.
All in all, a pretty crappy day. I'm just grateful nothing too valuable was totally destroyed and that it's a mess we can clean up in time. Bleeeeehhh.