That's what I was thinking last night as I was moving towels from the washer to the dryer. It was 8:35 PM, I had gotten up from the movie and my sewing, and I heard water. I thought: "Water is running, somewhere. Is the sprinkler system on? Why is the sprinkler on?"
I said to Steve: "I hear water running." And he said "You turned the dishwasher on."
And I thought "I didn't turn the dishwasher on. You turned it on – and you forgot that you did." Honestly, ladies, isn't that what you would think too? So, with the dryer now on, I went to the kitchen. The dishwasher was not on. I felt bad for assuming that Steve was so forgetful and then I thought, "why do I hear water?"
I walked through the living room and into my studio, headed for the bedroom and bathroom. It sounded like Steve was in the shower, except that he was sitting there, on the sofa. Just about then, I stepped into hot water. I speeded up, and rounded the corner as the water was getting deeper and deeper.
Did I take a picture? No, I did not. If I was younger, much younger, I would have been snapping away :-). You will have to imagine a waterfall, like this:
flowing out from under the cabinet door under this sink:
Many things happened in rapid succession:
- I hollered to Steve.
- I probably used a 4-letter word. Maybe more than once.
- I pulled open the cabinet door, knowing that there is a shut-off knob.
- Hot, hot hot water spilled out and my glasses must have fogged up because I couldn't see anything. And the water was HOT. And I my feet were in lots of water!
- I suggested (probably loudly) that Steve should GO OUTSIDE AND TURN OFF THE WATER!!! He did. The waterfall stopped.
- I called, and then texted Rick, our contractor.
- I called Chris – 'HELP!"
- Steve and I got towels and 5 gallon buckets. I was thinking that we'd wring the water out into the buckets. Not a great idea. The water was 1/2"-1" deep and covered the bedroom and half of my studio.
- Steve got the Shop-Vac. Great idea! I got the extension cord.
- Rick called, said he and Juan were coming.
- Chris showed up with lots of towels. He and I and Steve got busy.
(Sidebar: Steve read this and said that he was the one who got to the bathroom first. He's probably right. Memory is such a funny thing. That would explain why, when I said that I don't remember what I saw under the sink… it's because he had already looked at it. But I know I looked too 🙂 – and I'm sure I suggested that he go outside to turn off the water. I think.)
We had the majority of the water off of the floor before Rick and Juan got here, by around 9:10 PM. All things considered, that was pretty fast.
This is the culprit. The (naked) end of the black plastic hose should be connected to the thing at the top of the oval knob on the left. That is the hot water supply. With the hose off, and the water on, water shot up and to the right like a hot geyser.
We store our toilet paper in this area. It's funny, but as we were sopping up the mess I kept wondering what the little bits of paper were. It was the toilet paper that was dispersed with the water! Weird.
The bathroom and kitchen sink fixtures are top of the line. We got them not at a big box store, but at a local plumbing supply. I love them. However, Rick said that he's seen this sort of problem once before with the same sort of fixture. The connector on these is different. We may be changing our sink fixtures, to ones with an old-school sort of connector. For now, the water is turned off in both bathrooms and (most of the time) to the kitchen fixture.
By 10:00, all of the water was sopped up, Rick and Juan were gone, and Steve and Chris and I had fortified ourselves with a bit of good scotch. All of us had fingers crossed that we had gotten the water up soon enough to save the floors.
Got up this morning to realize that the floor (in half the hallway, our bedroom, and my studio) is toast. I took photos. With the flash, the color is good but it's harder to see the damage.
The color is bad, but you can see that the edges of the planks are curling up:
You know, this floor cost too much money to live with it this way. I have no idea how they are going to get it off of the slab (because the glue is more than strong) but there must be a way.
We went to OKC this morning to visit Steve's family. We came home to many, many loads of wet towels.
I have a blog post already written for Monday morning so you won't see news of this in that post. I will, however, let you know what happens.