The anxious hours of running a new house without the master of the house in the game started off well with most of the pack of workers turning up on duty. On the downside, it just meant extra work hours of my unproductiveness. More people to keep a check over, more chores to assign, more calls to make to finalise designs and more reporting to do. When me and my pizza settled down at 9:30 pm, the furniture guys had finally left after pounding my head and every piece of wood in the house and the kid had just slept. But that's when someone else decided to turn up and that too in full glory. It was the Rain Gods knocking on heavens door.
The rains came and just kept coming. I wandered like a mad woman in the house checking for nooks and corners of leaks. I found a slightly flooded basement and small puddles in some entrances. Some firefighting and extra hours of reporting to the master later, midnight came with lesser rain. i felt assured that the rains wont do any damage to my house now. We were on a task to face the first rains of the new house and looked like we would survive well.
I guess it poured all night because i finally dozed at 2 am. I put my foot down from the bed at 8 am and SMS'd the Master: Me and the house survived the rain. And that was when I noticed the wet socks by my bedside and Navya's shoe floating around. I jolted up and my mind was now working overtime. Finally I got the courage to inspect the bedroom and realised we were in 2 inches of water. Me, the bed, the heater, the carpets and everything else. What happened later was pure firefighting. But we did survive. The basement was a little flooded too but we did survive. We swept more water from the first floor to the ground floor than what the God sent down on us that night but we did manage to survive.
P.S I also now preach that the floor wiper is perhaps the most handy tool any house should have.
P.S.2 Is unproductiveness a word?
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