And it was not my fault.
The pipe leading from the bathtub split last night, when I was draining the tub. I don't know about the rest of the world, but I just pull the plug and leave. I don't stand around and check. So all that water in my big claw foot tub leaked into the foyer ceiling during the night, soaking the Oriental rug, warping the hardwood floor and making a huge mess.
When we were getting ready to leave at o'dark thirty four, we realized that we had a leak and taped a nail on the end of a yardstick and poked a hole in the blister....water poured out!
The insurance will pay for the whole thing and lucky for me, I know a contractor whom I can trust to come in while I'm at work.
The floor was just soaked, so of course the dogs tromped thru it all and my kitchen floor is muddy now...but Lisi, who just spent an entire 3 hours at work.....Mother! I've been driving for, like, at least 30 minutes....doesn't want to go to the market, while I stay home and scrub the kitchen on my hands and knees.
Mike has torn out the warped floor and the soaked ceiling, so they can dry out. I have this huge hole in the foyer. We're leaving at o'dark in the morning (our regular time) and going to Morro Bay for the long weekend. So Lisi is going to clean up the mess and then at some point, it will get fixed.
Note: two weeks until Thanksgiving. The drywall is done but not painted. The floor is still ripped up. Not complaining, Just sayin'.