So I love open brick as much as the next guy and I couldn't be more thankful for living in a really unique, great, amazing, fantastic, super duper apartment BUT when it rains here, it pours. Literally.
Even though we are on the first floor of 3 stories, somehow we get a leak that is pretty darn impressive to say the least whenever it rains for an extended amount of time. So while the rest of cincinnati is cat napping to the sound of raindrops hitting their rooftops, i'm busy making sure my cats have on their life jackets.
The water drips down the wall, the mortar between the bricks turns into a lovely clay consistency that stains literally everything (good bye, white bath towels) and the water just keeps on comin. So I spent the better part of my Sunday night with Jon out of town (with no phone service the entire time) and sopping up messes and switching out full buckets of water for empty ones.
It was ridiculous.
My landlord couldn't make it out so I was basically on my own. using every towel, rug and dirty clothing piece we had in the hamper to mop up the water as it spread along my kitchen floor. I've never wanted Jon home so badly and I felt completely helpless. I moved around the furniture (including our month old new computer) to try and keep everything that was important safe and dry. It was one hell of a night to say the least.
I stayed up until 5 in the morning sopping up water and tears until finally saying to myself "oooook I'm over this." So I kissed the cats goodbye, made sure they had their swimsuits ready in case things got worse and headed to my moms house for rest of the night. thank god Jon's home, the rain has stopped and my landlord is fixing the issue.
trying to look at my glass half full (of rain water- ha!) i have to say my kitchen floors have never been mopped better than they were today- so there's that. and with time between work and an eye appointment, i washed every damn thing that was involved in the mess. that's funny, i was using "damn" as a swear... but the clothes actually did act as a sort of damn ... or is it dam? i don't know but i love a good pun, don't you? oh man, just call me butter-- CUZ I'M ONA ROLL!!
ok. i'm done.
Also note- no cats were lost during these events. they were practically clueless.
and now, a photo of what i was dealing with. aint no joke, am i right??