Luck 'o the Irish??

I'm thinking not so much today. Bear with me folks. I try and remain positive for the most part but there are just those days that get you down. Today is one of those days.

We have had a TON of rain over the past five days or so. Our foundation was built below the water table. We knew that so, when we built, we installed a sump pump. It was working great - no issues at all - until Monday early afternoon. It just got so backed up with all the rain that we had 4 inches of water in our basement. Normally I would brush it off. Except our basement is where ALL of my Mom's belongings have been since she passed. We have been housing them until my brother, sister and I can all get together and go through them. Hard to do when we don't all live in the same state. But, not a big deal. Until now. We also had things in the basement from our old house. It was in storage for 3 yrs until this house was built. That I can get past. If it's been boxed up for this long I'm clearly not actively missing it. It would still have been nice to have the option to look through it. But most of it is in a big dumpster in the driveway now. John, with help, got most of "our" side of the basement cleared out. This was a huge feat in itself - I'm proud of him for getting it all done! The floor wasn't buried in water anymore and things were looking better. We have a big tarp out in the backyard with stuff spread out on it, including my wedding dress, drying out. No biggie - I can handle it.

Fast forward to today. I get a call from John. There is now a FOOT AND A HALF of water in the basement. The sump pump got clogged last night with little bits of debris and what not and it stopped working. I'm so upset. We still had the whole right side of the basement with stuff in it - my Mom's stuff. Some of Mike and Brandon's as well. They aren't overly concerned about their stuff. They are of the same mindset, if they've had it in my basement it's not stuff they *really* need and should be okay without. But, again, it's my Mom's stuff. We just couldn't get it all out in time and WHO would have thought we'd have flooding again today?! I'll have to wait until I get home tonight to fully assess the damage. Most of her furniture is is ruined. Cheryl wanted that so I feel badly. She isn't upset. She knows I couldn't help any of this. She's right, I know I couldn't.

Anyway. St Patrick's Day is supposed to be lucky, isn't it? Luck 'o the Irish and all that. My Dad came off the boat from Ireland. My last name is Foley. I'm pretty damn Irish! No luck in it for me though. Here's hoping something can be salvaged. I know we'll be okay, no matter what. It just makes me sad. Yes, I can be sentimental sometimes. Just don't tell anyone. *wink*