I don’t do well with mayhem and chaos. And that’s where we are: somewhere between mayhem and chaos. Water continues to come into our basement. I sometimes catch myself just stopping and watching it gurgling up from the ground like our own indoor spring.
We take rotating shifts during the night to vac it up. In between we box stuff, move stuff and attempt to head off any further damage. We’ve begun to fill our living space with the items stored in our basement. It’s slowly becoming a maze of boxes and odd items. And I feel closed in. . . and desperate. I had hoped that after 10 days some of the anxiety would be gone. . . but it’s not.