When It Rains It Pours (Even in my apartment!)

The Great Flood

Wow! It’s been a really long time since I last posted. So very much has happened in my life. But I’m going to start with last night. It’s what makes me feel so overwhelmed…

imagesI decided that I was going to try to help myself. I put the dishes drying next to the sink in the correct cabinet and then proceeded to wash the dishes.

Now, for a while already, there’s been a slightly bad smell in my apartment. I couldn’t figure out what. I assumed that if I really clean up and get organized I’d find it.

As I was washing the dishes I sat there thinking about making shabbos and how to reorganize everything. Suddenly, I felt water dripping on my feet. I’m not always so neat while washing the dishes so I didn’t think too much of it. Until it hit me that they weren’t getting damp, I realized I made a much bigger mess than I thought because there was a lot of water on the floor. I got towel and started to wipe down the counter in front of the sink and then the cabinet below it. When I opened the door I noticed that there was a HUGE flood in there and that the water was still pouring onto my feet.

It wasn’t me making a mess. It was one of the pipes under the sink that got disconnected. Everything was drenched in there, including the containers I had just put away… I cleaned the mess up for the most part. It was quite horrible. Apparently this was like that for some time because the cardboard box under the sink was smelly, and all the pans and containers inside the cabinet were full and overflowing. Not only that, but they were full of grime that built up from being wet for so long. I had algae growing in my pans and container!!! EWWWW!

imagesI promptly proceeded to empty them all in the sink, forgetting that the pipe wasn’t attached. I quickly screwed it back on and continued cleaning up the mess. When I finally separated what needed to be washed (and rewashed…), mopping up the inside of the cabinet and the floor, and drying down everything else that got wet, I left all the stuff out of the cabinet and left the doors open so that it could dry better.

I, then, contemplated to washing all the dishes. I asked my friend Barbara¬†what she thought about me putting the stuff in the washing machine with dish soap. She was of the opinion that the containers may crack and that the soap would bubble out of the machine. I was worried about the metal pans breaking the machine. And so I rewashed them all by hand (I don’t think I’ve ever wanted a dishwasher so badly before!) When I finished I stepped back relieved, until I saw that the pipe had detached again. I am so very grateful that I had left most of the stuff outside of the cabinet. I don’t know what I would have done if I needed to wash the rest of the stuff. It was late and I knew I needed to get to bed already. I emptied the containers that got filled with water, mopped up the new flood and headed to bed.

Or so I thought. The next thing I knew, I was binging on pecans and dried cranberries. And then I felt gross and anxious, guilty and worthless. I just went to sleep.

Now, I need to have my landlord come in and fix the sink, but my place is a huge wreck. I haven’t been managing very much lately, and on top of all that, I’ve got a double cabinet’s worth of stuff drying around the apartment. That’s what happens when you have tiny counters.

And that really wasn’t the best solution because I got up to use the bathroom at one point and tripped on a pile of containers drying on a dishcloth on the floor of my bedroom, and I cracked one.

It looks like tonight’s going to be a long night. I really wanted to go visit Rachel, but I think I’d better take care of my apartment first so that I can have my landlord come in to fix the sink.

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