First off, let me say that I had such a nice Sunday. I woke up, had coffee and a poptart, and then watched the final episode of Orange Is The New Black on Netflix (really great show, by the way.) After that we hung out around the apartment, went to the grocery store and I made pasta salad for dinner-- just like my mom used to. Ryan made cookies. We ended the night with the latest Breaking Bad episode. It was such an intense episode, too. We went to sleep around 11:30/midnight and just expected to wake up at our respectable alarms but...something happened.
It was 5am and I woke up to the sound of rain. Half asleep and my Advil PM still in my system, I wobbled to the open window to shut it. It wasn't raining outside. I realized it was raining inside , the noise was just too loud. I walked to the bathroom and it was POURING from the ceiling. Pouring. Everything was covered in water. I guess Ryan heard me go to the bathroom and gasp and immediately woke up. I told him our bathroom was flooded.
There's a guy working around the clock upstairs trying to get the apartment ready for new tenants. He left a bunch of stuff, work tools, in the tub with the water on to clean them? I'm not sure what the deal was. But, he forgot about it and left the apartment. Ryan ran upstairs, into the empty apartment, and shut off the water. The guy came back pretty quickly and him and our building super (who lives on the 3rd floor) came with a shop vac and cleaned it all up for us.
We went back to sleep for an hour and a half before work and school. But, it was stressful. It wasn't something I ever thought I'd wake up to. But, I guess it's things like this that happen when you live in an apartment building. Though, in my nine years of apartment dwelling, I've never had major maintenance issues. Let's hope this is an isolated incident.