When it rains it pours

This last week, my husband has been out of town and you would think as much as he has been gone through the years that I would get used to it. I must say that I don't. Many of you know how it is when your husband leaves it is not only lonely without them but everything that could go wrong usually does. This week it hasn't been too bad but I guess it just wouldn't be right if I didn't have some trouble.

When we went outside to go to a movie while he was gone, we noticed we had a flat tire. Of course it was Saturday and the place we go to get tires fixed was closed. This wasn't too bad because we had a different car that we were able to use but it just made things kind of interesting, but this did remind me of a couple of trips when my husband did leave and the rain really did pour.

We were living in Herriman in our dream house. He was gone for a week long camp with the scouts. At the time our home was down a long dirt driveway and down a hill below some other houses. Yes, it was our dream house. We had 150 trees all around it with a huge ravine and grass every where. We also had a big wrap around porch that we were able to go out on and see deer in the fields by our home.

Back to the story, I think it was the second night after he left. It began to rain. No big deal right. Well, it began to be a big deal. It kept raining and raining and raining. I started to worry because we had a basement and I didn't know how the basement windows would do, if they would be able to hold all of the rain. (with us down below the road and other houses, we often would get all of the rain that would drain down by our home) I started to notice the window wells were filling up. I kept checking them and they were getting fuller and fuller.

I started getting buckets and bucketing out the water. All we needed was a flood while he was gone. The rain kept filling up just as fast as I was bucketing. I finally gave in and called some of my great friends and neighbors to come and help.

Before long I had a party going on in my backyard. Ok, I guess it wasn't the greatest kind of party. We had water filling up faster and faster. I even had one friend bring his kubota down to help try to trap the water away from the house. We just couldn't keep the water, it started to seep in. We were able to keep it to a minimal damage but the two bedrooms downstairs were definitely damaged somewhat. We had to pull the carpet back and put fans in our basement to try to air them out. It finally did stop raining but by then the damage had been done, but it could have been a lot worse, I guess.

I was amazed at how many great friends came to help us out. I have to say even though it was stressful, it was fun working together for a common effort. I am so thankful for those great friends that were there to help out on that day.

It soon became a joke in Herriman. Every time it started to rain, I would get all kinds of phone calls. " Are you ok down there?" " Are you flooding out down there?" I soon began to stress even when clouds started forming in the sky. We did finally fix the problem and put in pipes under the ground to help funnel rain out when it stormed, but my husband really never did experience any great storms because the storms only came when he was away.

I am glad that I have not had those kind of problems this week. I must say that even though my husband was only gone for part of the week. Absence does make the heart grow fonder. I always tell my husband it wouldn't be so bad when he was gone if I didn't like him so much.

Has it ever flooded at your house, or do things always go wrong when your hubby is away???? If not you are luckier than me. Happy St. Patrick's Day.