Saturday, April 25, 2009

If you thought Seattle rain was bad...

This story goes back about 3 months, well at least the start of it. It just ended last week.

You see, Julie and I had a really great idea. Mostly my idea, because I can be a little crazy, but it was a good idea, none the less. We decided to have our master bathroom remodeled while we were gone to Antarctica. The idea was really three; we would have someone to watch the house while we were away, we could have the majority of the work done while we were away, and we could help Josh (our friend and contractor) out a little in this down market, by creating some work. So this in itself all worked pretty good. But, well keep reading, I will get to the but.

So quite a lot of stress for Julie and I in January. I needed to go to Brazil for work the week and a half before our trip and was only home for 3 days before we left again. So in order to get the bathroom done, we needed to pick out and buy all the materials (sink, tub, faucets, tiles, counter, etc.) before I left. Basically, we had to do it all on a Saturday, because that was the time allowed. I don't know about you, but picking a paint color for a room can sometimes take longer than a week, so having to pick everything (paint too...) was a lot. Julie was great though and made a lot of decisions, good ones too, the bathroom turned out great. She is the stylist, I would do everything in white and as plain and square as possible. So anyway this was finalized and I left for Brazil, came back, unpacked, repacked, and we left. So far, so good.

When we got got home (now beginning of March), the bathroom wasn't finished, but it was close. It already looked great. The old bathroom was weird. It had the sink basically as part of the bedroom, and then a wall with a toilet and shower on the other side. We removed that wall and finished the wall (added a door) between the bedroom and the sink so it was a separate bathroom. We also moved another wall behind the shower and made room for a bathtub in its place. We bought a really deep soaker that Julie and Jack both love. So anyway, all is still good. Josh finished the project about 2 weeks later. I had made a deal with him, that he could work on my project on the side if needed, so if he got other jobs he didn't need to worry about our and could get to it a little here and there. Saved me some money, and was good for him also. When Josh did finish we were really happy. The bathroom, as I said already, was great. So on Saturday night, we went to Josh and Alma's for dinner, and Josh and I squared up on all the money. Project finished, right? Wrong!!!

This is were the insanity begins...

The next morning Julie was in our downstairs bathroom, and she noticed a little water on the floor. About 1 second after see looked up, the whole neighborhood heard her scream "Mike, it's raining in our bathroom!!!!!" Yep, not good, not good at all. It was Sunday, and I really didn't want to bother Josh, so I poked a couple of holes in the ceiling hoping it was just a little water, maybe not a big deal. I was wrong. The more holes I poked the more water kept coming. So I called Josh. His advice, verify from the meter that the water was not running still, and poke more holes and he could look at it on Monday. So I poked more holes, it seamed to slow down a little. Fast forward about 4 hours. I left to go to the hardware store, for something entirely different, when Julie called. I tried to answer, but just then my phone died. I didn't charge it the night before, which is not typical of me. Anyway, I thought nothing of it, continued about my business and returned home about an hour later. Guess what I returned home to? Can't guess? Well I'll tell you then.

Julie tried to call because as she went into the next room over in the downstairs to get a game out of the closest for Paige, water dripped on her head. Even worse, when she opened the closet, a large closet that is full of shelves loaded with our stuff (important stuff too, like baby books), it was raining in there too. Needless to say Julie wasn't happy with me for not answering my phone. She had already called Josh, and he was on his way over. By the way, we're just getting started...

When Josh arrived, we started to actually pull ceiling out. At first a little, but then more and more as it was all totally saturated. We ended up removing all the ceiling from the bathroom and quite a bit from the bedroom down there, plus some at the bottoms of the walls. The next challenge was to understand what happened. Josh had already called the plumber who did 95% of the plumbing work on the bathroom, and he was going to come over first thing Monday morning. Now that the ceiling was opened up, you could tell the water was not coming from the shower/tub, which is what we initially guessed. After a little more looking it appeared the problem was the toilet. So we went upstairs and looked around in the bathroom, totally dry everywhere. The floors, the walls, everything. No evidence of what we were seeing downstairs. From the downstairs it appeared the toilet could be the problem, as the majority of the water was in that area. So we pulled the toilet and immediately knew what happened. Josh, had made a very simple mistake. Because of the raised floor (from the cement board and tile) even the extra thick wax ring didn't make a good connection between toilet and the drain. Two rings were needed. This is the gross part by the way. It was now confirmed that all the water downstairs, on the floors, in the carpet, the stuff that dripped on Julie a couple of times, was sewage. But don't worry it gets worse...

So we fixed the toilet and Josh finally left, we thought all was well again, expect of course for the mess downstairs. But then about an hour later, when Julie was walking into our bedroom, she stepped onto the carpet and it was wet too. Great, the sewage was moving sideways now too!!! What we had determined happened, is that the water (all call it water, but you all know what it was) traveled down into the floor. Because the house was originally built with an unfinished basement, there is insulation between the floors, which is not common. So the insulation acted like a sponge for about 4 days until it couldn't hold anymore. What is amazing, is that 100% of the water went either down into the drain, or into the floor beneath. Their was never a drop around the toilet up stair, no evidence of what was going on beneath.

So on Monday we got heaters and fans on all the wet areas and the drying process began. The carpet upstairs actually became worse before it finally started to dry. I cleaned it and thought we were going to be okay, but then on Thursday when I was at work, Julie called... This time the whole office heard "ahhhh, I vacuumed the carpet and the smell is everywhere, ahhhh, call Josh, this isn't okay, ahhhh, I'm finished with this, ahhhh...." there was more, but it was really hard to understand what she was saying as the tears were now mixed in. I guess the smell was really bad. So, I called Josh, and he and his partner came back over and started removing more ceiling from below to see what was going on. It was dry, but they got the smell too. They bought some product for treating wood that kills odors and bacteria and treated from below. Then, they cut out the bad area of the carpet and treated the floor from the upstairs too. I guess I skipped a part, sorry. We had already talked and agreed that the smell/stain wasn't going to come out of the carpet, at least not easily. Julie and I had wanted hardwoods installed (just not necessarily, right now) so I had Josh cut away the carpet, as Julie wouldn't let anyone walk on it, and one of the spots was right at the entrance to the room.

He is where the story gets one more element. After everything dried, Josh and/or his partner were coming for a couple of hours every night after other jobs to slowly put the downstairs of our house back together. It was about this time that mortgage rates dropped to a number that I had been waiting for (4.5%) and our mortgage broker called and told us now way the time. This in itself wasn't a problem, just another thing to deal with, while we were already tired from our trip and everything that had happened since. The real problem came about 1 week later, when our broker called again and told us the home appraisal was scheduled for 4 days later. The conversation went like this:

Her: You're home appraisal is scheduled for Friday.
Me: Okay, no problem, they will just drive by, right?
Her: Ha, ha, no, that was last year, now they need to really come in and check out the house.
Me: Hmmm, it rained sewage in our house two weeks ago.
Her:
Me: Hmmm, can we push it out at all, so I can get the house back together?
Her: You're kidding right?
Me: Nope!
Her: Okay, call this guy, tell him your out of town or something and push is out as far as you can. It has to be done by next Thursday.
Me: (Gulp) Okay...

So here is what happened in the following week. Josh finished up downstairs, replaced all the sheet rock, taped, muded, and painted. Of course we didn't have the right color paint for the bedroom, so the whole room needed to be repainted also. I ripped out all the carpet in the master, pulled all the staples, and while I was in their and had all the furniture moved out I scrapped the popcorn ceiling, and painted the whole room. Then we bought the new hardwood floors and had them delivered. All the garbage was cleaned up and the house was made to look as good as could be. All our stuff was brought back in and put back away. This resulted in another load of stuff to be donated to Goodwill (one good thing to come out of this). We left the hardwoods in the garage and I told the guy we were mid project, he could see the wood that was going in so it wasn't a big deal to him.

The following weekend was Easter, so we all took a break. Finally, the next weekend, Josh came over, taught me how to install hardwood floors and by 8:30 that night I was done. The following Monday we signed the papers on our loan and everything was back to normal, a new normal.

Now, the results. This is actually the good part of the story. Our bathroom is finished, and we love it. We have hardwoods in our bedroom, which we love. The downstairs bedroom was repainted, which is great, because we didn't like the color before anyway, and of course we donated a lot of stuff to the Goodwill. Now all that is left is to trim the master bedroom, and Julie isn't sure she likes the color, so maybe repaint it again.

And you all thought we were just being lazy and that's why we still haven't finished posting about our Antarctica trip. So next time you are in Seattle, or anywhere else really, and it rains, remember, it could be a lot worse...

6 comments:

Mike said...

Oh yeah, forgot one more thing. Somewhere in the middle of all of this was Jonah's birthday....

fiona said...

Oh my goodness! That is DISGUSTING!! How frustrating, too. I'm so glad it all worked out well, though! It sounds beautiful (now ;) , I would love a deep tub! That's amazing that there wasn't any water around the toilet, that the insulation was soaking it all up...ewww!! I really hope the baby books and other special things were salvagable. That would be so sad! Well, it sounds like quite an "adventure" anyway. I'm glad it's over!

Julie said...

We were really really lucky. The water was just encroaching (sp?) upon the baby books when I found it raining in the closet. Nothing special was damaged though. Pretty much the only things damaged were board games. Definitely replaceable. And the other part that I keep thanking God for is the fact that noone had pooped in that toilet. So, it was just pee that was raining in the house. Disgusting. But it could have been a LOT worse!

zachariah said...

Crazy! At least all the pressure made you knock out the hard wood floor now also, otherwise could have been on the to-do list forever!

Megan and Greg said...

Wow. That is definitely an "experience" that you will never forget. I cannot even begin to imagine how crazy that must have been.

I must say though-- I have never met Josh, but almost every single story you have told me that involves Josh also involve human waste. First the lunch box, then the soda at the movies, now the ceiling...

I mean, I could be mixing camping stories up completely, but then again, maybe this was all pay back for the lunchbox incident! lol.

Well, at any rate, I am glad that you guys got it all straightened out!

--Greg

P.S. I can't wait for Rainier!

Three Girls with a Mom said...

Oh the is very gross! Not the way I would want to come back from my vacation. You all sound like you handled it pretty dang good. I don't think I would have handled it really well.