Well, I had a super cute post idea all planned out for ya’ll this morning, but unfortunately, today is the day our roof died.

As I’ve mentioned 1 million times before, we live in a house that is 100 years old…and in Maine (what?! you didn’t know?!) so roofs are kinda a big deal around here. We’ve been blanketed with almost 3 feet of snow in a matter of weeks and a good solid inch of ice as a result of a sleet attack a few days before Christmas. All of that weighs heavily on you car, the neighborhood sidewalks and of course, your roof.

I woke up this morning to the sound of constant dripping…which seemed ok seeing as we are experiencing an absurd warm snap of 43 degrees. That warm snap has also brought a few inches of rain….but temps will quickly plummet tonight to around 10 degrees…meaning all that rain will freeze. Anyways, the dripping seemed reasonable until I left my bedroom and it seemingly got louder…and the closer I got to Mark’s bedroom door in the attic the louder it got.
Oh yeah..soaked carpets, water coming in with a vengeance, and panic ensues.
I actually called Justin at work and told him to come home, which has never, ever happened before.
And then I called my dad who told me to get pans and buckets and get to work.

Of course, on my way to solve one patch of soggy carpet, I found three more leaving me pan-less and ready for Justin to be home.

As of now, we are both in our kitchen waiting on a random roofer who has time to see us “in a few hours”……..

Oh, the joys of living in the North!

P.S. Moms: we are fine, safe and just a little drippy. We’ll call you when we have news of a solution! Translation: Justin is testy.

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