Ya know how sometimes, you walk into your bedroom to find some neosporin, but instead you find enormous chunks of your ceiling on your bed and floor? Yeah? Ok then, YOU can relate to my evening. Thaaat's right. Just another ordinary day in the life of me. Naturally, it was MY ceiling that collapsed- and not any other ceiling in the house.. My only space in the whole wide world that is mine.. in crumbles. Literally. Well, I'm very very grateful that it was my room, and not the boys' room. I'm even more grateful that it happened at some point during the day or evening when we weren't in there.
This afternoon, around 2ish, I put the a.c. on in my room and tried to convince my 3 year old to lay down with me up there. He was SO tired and in need of a nap. My sister and her kids are staying with us for two days as a stop-over of sorts on their trip down to D.C. to celebrate her 40th birthday. So the kids are all wearing themselves out by day, all playing together and swimming and what-not. In retrospect, I'm so glad that he refused to nap in my room, since I don't know what time the great fall occurred.
My boys both wind up in bed with me almost every night. They go to sleep in their own bed, but by midnight or sooner, they're both snuggled up in mine. Last night, my little guy squeezed me out of my usual start-off spot, so I relocated to the foot of the bed- letting my feet hang off the side. My older son let about 3 minutes pass before realizing that I had relocated and traveled down to snuggle into my side at the foot of the bed. This is the norm. We do this dance every night.
Long story short (ok, it's long), I am so thankful that we were not sleeping when the ceiling fell. The main chunks of the plaster (sheet rock? asbestos???) fell exactly onto the pillows that my 5 year old and I slept on last night. So, we did luckily avoid a hospital trip-- you'd probably be surprised by how heavy those chunks are. I was.
In the spirit of "just my luck", this happened on a night when we had over night guests in the house. My parents are away on vacation now, which leaves 3 vacant bedrooms under normal circumstances... but of course, we have company, so all the aforementioned bedrooms are occupied. So the boys and I are on the "magic bed"... the fold out couch.
Just another day in paradise.
My kitchen ceiling fell in three summers ago. Thankfully no one was standing in the kitchen at the time, although my husband had just walked out of it.
ReplyDeleteWe live in an old house, so our ceiling was plaster on top of sheetrock lathe. There was also about 10" of blow-in shredded newspaper insulation we had installed a few years previously. My kitchen looked like Pompei. It was a mess. And yea, those pieces can be heavy!
Glad no one was hurt and your mess was minimal.
Our house is very old too. It was built in the late 1800's. My dad did A LOT of renovating when I was a kid, but that was over 30 years ago, so things are falling apart here and there now. I feel terrible about this money pitt, because if it weren't for the boys and I needing to live here, they would have sold the house by now :/
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