It's been raining for so long now that I don't remember warm sunshine. Know what else I don't remember? A clean, dry basement. Ours flooded - twice - last week. I have saved a little bt of my stash so far. I've lost, at least, two sewing machines and my beautiful Christmas tree. There's a ton to go through before I can get to the rest of my stash and see what's salvagable. I've stopped crying for now - we have a whole family room setup down there that's probably all ruined, not to mention the need to take apart woodwork and bleach the crap out of the walls to prevent any molding. I know I'll be crying more. Yesterday I made so many trips up and down the stairs that my legs don't want to work. My washer and dryer will be getting worked like crazy for a few days (better get some more detergent!) and the kids will be earning a few dollars tomorrow (no school - thank goodness). I thought about calling in for my counseling group tomorrow, but I think going would do me some good. The biggest problem? More rain in the forecast. Sometimes I really hate the weather.
Please send good thoughts if you can. I'll need the energy by the end of the week!