... the roof couldn't possibly be on fire. It's covered in ice. There's this lovely phenomenon called "ice damning" going on. I'm exercising artistic license with the 'n'.
Ice has crawled UP my roof and under the shingles. As it melts, it's seeping into my house- up my vaulted ceiling, down my wall, and through my wood window casings.
But, hey, the husband does water damage for a living. All should be fine, right? Mm hm. And the shoemaker's kids have shoes.
Actually, as of right now, the husband's hands are tied. There's no point in doing the interior work until the roof is taken care of. And the roof can't be taken care of until the ice is gone, which the insurance company wants done "naturally". Tuesday's forecast- snow and rain. Lovely.
Here's the wall:Here's what was behind the walls on Wednesday:
And here is the length of the wall on Thursday:
I'm trying to look on the bright side. Really.
I'll finally be able to get rid of the textured ceiling. I found the person who built the beautiful wood casings on some of our other windows, so we can replace these three to match. We can better insulate the ceiling and the wall.
But, OMG, how am I going to get through this with 4 kids in our itty bitty house?! That's our main living area right there.
The husband and I are already at each other's throats. He can't understand why I insist on having every single detail explained to me. I can't cope with him being so nonchalant about the whole thing. He's spent two days on the phone with various people. I've spent two days trying to clean and pack everything away for the repairs.
Is it too early to start looking forward to 2010?
13 hours ago