The basement flooded last night from the nasty storm we had. This is different from the last two times the basement flooded, when broken pipes were the culprit. Also different from when the basement flooded due to a clog in the washing machine drainage sink. You would think we'd learn to not store anything down there besides our teenager. Anyway, Mitch, Jack, and I worked into the wee hours of the morning hauling everything upstairs, because there was no way to stop the water at that point. Now our house looks easily like an episode of Hoarders: Worst Case Scenario ( I just made that title up, but who wouldn't watch that?).
I spent the morning wiping everything up with towels and sucking up the big puddles with the shop vac. I tossed all the towels in the washing machine and left to run errands, happy to finally be done doing a lot of crap I didn't have time for. Hilarity ensued when I returned to find that the drainage sink had become clogged from the repeated dumping of gunk from the shop vac into it, and all the water from the washing machine had flooded the basement. Again. Hahahaha! Boy was I chuckling to myself as I unclogged the drain, cleaned up all the water, and went to rotate the towels into the dryer. This is the point where I found out the washing machine had broken, with a little over a week to go before we pack out.
You win this round, universe. Well played.