10:30pm Wednesday night
Lucas hears thunder and wanders downstairs while Steve and I are catching up on Celebrity Apprentice. It's storming pretty bad. All of a sudden, water is gushing into our living room through a vent on the wall. Not coming up through the floor. Trying to devise a way to divert it to the garage. No luck. Muddy, cold, and wet. Lucas and I finally warm up and go to bed at 1:30am. Steve stays up to fight the water, which slows down to a trickle before it comes rushing in again around 5am.
8:00am Thursday morning
I look outside to see just how much standing water we have in our backyard (a lot). The retaining wall around our garden had fallen over in the storm. This is the retaining wall that my dad built one year ago and had a heart attack at age 50. Great - he'll probably have another one when I tell him what happened.
I trapped the kids in the upstairs living room (full of all the junk we moved from downstairs) so I could work on the water damage, and they tell me there are bugs flying around. Sure enough, five wasps somehow found their way inside our house.
AT&T guy shows up and puts caution tape around our phone/electric pole that is well within striking distance of the house. He says it is rotted at the bottom but it's not an emergency because he doesn't think it will fall over right away. Our water-logged yard is the only access and will be torn up by all the equipment to put up a new one.
So at this point I decide to take the kids to my in-laws.
That afternoon I managed to frost the cake, and we headed to Bass Pro for his birthday dinner and bowling. He got his first pet, a blue betta fish, that he named Goldie. Silly boy.