I had planned to post about Christmas and how Princess Nagger said it was the “Best
” along with a “part two” on Spike the Ultra Dinosaur
and the wrench PN put into the hard work
that went into securing one, and the switch that had to be made mere days
But Mother Nature must have conspired with Murphy and his Law by the series of events over the weekend, so that post will just have to wait for another day.
What series of events, you
ask? I’m so glad you did! Let’s start with a little reminder of the 2-feet of snow we got last weekend. Remember that? Here, maybe this will jog your memory:
It stayed right around or below freezing all week so the snow stuck around and we were able to have a ‘technical’ White Christmas
Enter in the conspiracy of Mother Nature.
She decided it would be a great idea to send us several inches of rain starting on Christmas Day and lasting through the day after. Normally that would be no big deal, but with all that snow on the ground, of course that means now there’s going to be a lot of excess water as the rain dissolved it into mini rivers and lakes in the back yard.
I didn’t go out and take pictures of the rivers and lakes because it was too slushy and muddy, but here’s a picture I took of the Back 40 in November 2006 after a particularly heavy rain:
This doesn’t have the effect of the piles’o’snow that helped make it extra soggy, but you get the idea.
On top of that, Murphy and his Law thought it was the perfect time for the sump pump
in our basement to stop working.
Oh yeah, it was deader than a doornail.
Which means the basement started to take on water.
At a very rapid pace.
Hubby was able to get to Tractor Supply before they closed on Saturday to acquire a new sump pump, then had to jury rig it in the depths of the basement with a hose running out the outside basement doors to start eliminating the water. Which had already reached a depth of 2-feet. And was still climbing.
Meanwhile, Princess Nagger started to complain of an earache. Her exact words were:
“My ear really hurts. I think I need the pink bubble gum medicine. I’m not going to get any sleep tonight at this rate!”
I called the Pediatrics’s office, knowing full well they had closed just mere hours earlier, and was dreading the possibility of taking her to the ER on a holiday weekend. Her Sponge Bob thermometer claimed her temperature was 99.2, which is still considered within the ‘normal’ range, but she sure felt much hotter to the touch to me. She had been fighting a cold for a couple of weeks, but Saturday morning was the first time her snot was the brilliant green that indicates an antibiotic is necessary.
While I waited for a return call back from the nurse, hubby ran to RiteAid and brought home some homeopathic ear drops (since those were the only kind they had), which did absolutely nothing to alleviate the pain in poor Princess Nagger’s ear. A nurse finally called and said to give PN some ibuprofen for the pain, but if it didn’t work in a couple of hours, call back and we’d probably have to make a trip to the ER. Luckily I had some children’s ibuprofen on hand, and gave PN a dose as she protested because of the taste.
The ibuprofen did the trick – PN was hilarious a half hour later as she consumed two hot dogs, some leftover Christmas ham, some Christmas chocolate
and was happily watching her new Dinosaur movie she got for Christmas, humming and marveling at the idea there are over 700
dinosaur species. Since the ibuprofen helped, I decided I’d wait until Sunday morning to see how PN was feeling and call the Pediatric office and see about getting her in to see the doctor first
thing Monday morning.
Sunday morning dawned to more chaos.
Princess Nagger now had a temperature of 102.4.
The new sump pump wasn’t running.
And there was more water in the basement from more melting snow drainage overnight.
In addition to that, the temperature in the house was a chilly 52 degrees.
The furnace wasn’t working.
Apparently Murphy and his Law decided they wanted to stop by for Sunday breakfast. Uninvited.
The hose of the new sump pump had apparently acquired a kink which made the sump pump switch itself off in ‘safety’ mode sometime during the night. Just about the time hubby got the new sump pump working again, the Pediatrician’s nurse called to let us know that PN’s doctor could see her in his office in half an hour. It takes half an hour to get there, so a flurry of activity ensued as I got PN out of bed, clothed, and teeth brushed in record time and we headed out to the doctor’s office. We were only 15 minutes late.
There was another sick kid being seen when we got there, so being late wasn’t an issue. The crying kid in the other room also had an earache. Princess Nagger didn’t cry during the whole exam, but she sure looked miserable. She looked petrified and almost cried when the doctor said her eardrum had burst, poor thing!
We were out of the doctor’s office in record time, pink bubblegum medicine prescription in hand. PN fell asleep in the back seat on the drive home, and ended up crashing out on the couch for quite a while yesterday afternoon. Poor thing was miserable and feverish all day
When we got back from the doctor’s office, the sump pump was still working its magic getting the water out of the basement, and hubby was able to finally get a look at the furnace to see why it wasn’t coming on. Apparently when the sump pump kicked itself off due to the kinked hose during the night, it tripped the breaker. Which in turn tripped the breaker that the furnace was on.
I have my work cut out for me to see what is salvageable and what might need to be tossed that I had stored in the basement.
I’m ready for Murphy and his Law to ignore me for awhile.
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