Into My Mind

It was a morning full of shit, quite literally. I awoke to a basement that had been drenched in sewage. In my building of 8 townhouses, I am the last in the sewage line or any other such line.

I woke up thinking I smelled something, but then just figured it was my nose after asking the kids and they smelled nothing. Upon taking the trash out my next door neighbors open their door and say "Hey, do you have any sewage back-up in your basement, because we do and typically if we've got it so do you." I knew I smelled something. Sure enough, I literally had toilet paper and shit on the concrete floor of the basement. The smell was well, shitty. At first you would have just thought that Aiden had a diaper that I had neglected to change, but when you opened the basement door be prepared to be knocked on your ass.

My mother-in-law was wonderful and knew I had to get to work. So, she said that she would handle it the best she could and when I arrived to work I called the apartment complex. By the time she had returned from dropping Moira off, the maintenance guys were just finishing fixing the problem and were getting ready to spray it down and disinfect everything. I will tell you this, even with her pushing me out the door and saying it would be handled, I still had to stop to have a mental breakdown. My parents said it would be fine and that only "stuff" would be lost if anything need be pitched. It wasn't a fire or a hospital visit, it was just a shitty situation.

I'll tell you one thing, it's only 11:15am and I have heard the word shit one too many times today. Ah, but life will go on.