I had been babysitting my sweet grandson, Hudson, and was stopping here and there and the way home.
Voice message from hubby...we had a little problem...toilet overflowed and no one was at home to catch it.
Hmmm, really don't want to hurry home since it is under control, so I stop a few more places.
I get home and my house has been ripped apart!
|The boys bathroom where it all started|
|water into Connor's room which I had just painted 2 weeks before|
|down to the HVAC system in the basement|
|a dumpster full of debris|
Huge industrial fans and dehumidifiers on all 3 floors putting out tons of heat, turn off the a/c in the house and it's 95 degrees outside.
So we bunk out on sofas, boys spend the nights with friends, and cleanup continues.....