Over the summer there were two water-related issues in the house. 1) A room flooded. All the carpet had to come out. My life was in disarray for a little over a month until the room was fixed and everything was back to normal. 2) A few weeks later there was a tiny leak the size of a pin-prick in my closet. The carpet in my closet had to come out. I stayed with friends for a few days until the room was fixed.
This post is about the tiny leak. Sometimes it’s the smallest issues that throw you for a loop.
This is how it started: after showers, I noticed water pooling in the middle of the bathroom floor. There was a wet patch on the rug and every time I stepped on it I felt like I found a new wet patch I hadn’t noticed before. I dried the spot, put a new rug down, and that was that. It happened again a few days later. There was a wet patch in the middle of the bathroom floor and I could have sworn I knew how to dry off after taking a shower, but considered the possibility it was a basic life skill I abruptly lost. I dried the spot and replaced the rug.
As I started to get ready I noticed a spot on the floor of my closet. Little One doesn’t go to the bathroom inside of the house, but maybe I ticked her off and she decided to show me, or maybe I missed an outing and she couldn’t hold it any longer. I cleaned the spot.
A friend came over. We were going out and thought it would be fun to get ready together. I realized I must not have dried the spot well, because the corner of the rug was wet. I pointed it out and we started to get ready, but the more we walked over that rug the bigger the wet spot became. Just to make sure I wasn’t crazy I mentioned it to my friend and she agreed. Definitely growing.
And then I saw wet footprints on the carpet in my closet. That’s right. I had a to-do list a mile long, a weekend that was supposed to be quiet in which to complete it, and the motivation to do all the things. But this happened…