Noach and the flood

Yes, I know it's the wrong parsha. I just liked the title.

My apartment flooded last night. And who stayed up till 3 am sponga-ing it up? Moi. Well, technically I caused it, though the clogged drain is not my fault.

2 am, I waltzed into the shower. Peace at last, free bathroom, yay. Start shower. Literally, no more than 10 minutes. I have no guilty conscience. Step out of the shower, and lo and behold, I'm standing ankle deep in water. Funny, I thought I turned the shower off.

Whole apartment flooded, running around grabbing stuff off the floor, trying to salvage laundry and shoes. Ugh. Not fun. Since the bathroom sponga whole was clogged, had to move all the suitcases covering up the one in the kitchen, (don't know who stupidly covered the whole, it wasn't me). Found 5 dead cockerroaches, tried not to scream, swept them up, tried to get all the water from the bathroom, through the living room, all the way to the kitchen... disaster.

Called my mother almost crying, it was nice to hear, 'it's not your fault, go to sleep, they'll fix it in the morning'. Thanks Ma. But if I didn't clean it up I'd have quite a few pissed off apt mates. Which happened anyway, even though I stayed up all night mopping...

3 hours of sleep, today we had a trip to Ir Dovid (city of david). Tunnels, more water, like knee deep. Definitely some de ja vue moments. Was lots of fun.

Moral of the story: try not to clog the sponga whole, get more sleep, don't cover the 2nd whole with suitcases. Going home in less than a week. Thank G-d for normal American houses.