Speaking of bad weather, our basement flooded the other night when the skies dumped more than 5 inches of rain overnight. Perhaps flood is too strong of a word. It's not like we had furniture floating around. And there was certainly no need to build an ark. But it was a royal pain in the behind nonetheless, and further proof that just because you might already have your hands full, you shouldn't be surprised to have another curve ball thrown your way.
Indeed, this week was already feeling pretty demanding. Kirsten had just developed a fever, Eva suddenly decided to get up 2 or 3 times more often during the night, we had a 6-month checkup to arrange for (i.e. more shots with big needles), and we had to prepare, as much emotionally as anything, for Eva to start daycare since Kirsten is going back to work this week (oh, and did I mention I have ALS?). The daycare/back to work transition has been weighing heavily on both of us for a few weeks now, but at least we could plan ahead for that. And most of these things are just part of being a parent. You come to expect the hurdles and take them as they come I suppose.
The real kicker however was discovering that the exhaust vent from our furnace had a large hole it. The exhaust vent gets rid of the carbon monoxide produced when the furnace is running. If we hadn't found that hole, the deadly gas would be pumped directly into our basement. I don't need to tell most of you what might have happened next. We were horrified. Fortunately we hadn't started heating the house for the fall season yet.
To top things off, our water heater uses the same vent. A furnace guy came to check things out and shut everything off, saying it was too dangerous since our chimney was somehow blocked. We now have no heat and no hot water until it can be fixed, which is looking like sometime late next week at the earliest. Oh the fun of home ownership!
But you know what? If we hadn't had all that rain this week, and if my father-in-law hadn't been milling around, helping clean up the water in our basement, and taken a look behind our furnace, we might never have discovered that hole before it was too late.
Some would call it coincidence. Some would call it divine intervention. For myself, I'm not really sure. I like to think it's the latter. But I can say this for certain: despite all that we've been going through recently, this is one time when I'm really, really, really glad it poured.