I'm sure you've all heard the story, but here's a recap with photos. One afternoon, Wyatt snuck upstairs and pushed a small table into our bathroom. He had a grand old time playing in our sink while I watched TV in the basement, completely unaware of what was going on. Forty or so minutes later, I walked upstairs to see a dripping wet Wyatt and hear water running in the background. I ran upstairs to find a bathroom drenched in water, but all the faucets turned off... where in the world was the water turned on? I ran downstairs and found that the water sound was coming from the stream of water pouring from our ceiling. I quickly grabbed buckets and tried to contain and clean up as much as I could. After a few hours, the water had finally stopped trickling out of the ceiling and I went to bed. Cut to 3 a.m. Jake's at the hospital when I hear a loud crash from downstairs and think "great, someone is trying to break in" so I slowly creep downstairs with my phone ready to dial 911, when I see what has really happened: a huge chunk of the ceiling has fallen down. The Sheetrock had become so saturated with water that the screws could no longer hold it.
The Carnage:
The Aftermath:
The Repairs:
Painting:
It still looks kind of wonky; we'll probably need to do some more work on it eventually. As for now, at least the hole is covered up!
Oh my goodness! That must have been scary to be woken up by that large chunk falling. I'm glad that no one was hurt.
ReplyDeletehey! this means you have experence with taping and mudding sheetrock. you should come out here and work on the cabin. ;)
ReplyDeleteyes. i am kidding about that.
i agree with Brenda, i'm glad no one was hurt.