I have been planning to start a series for a while now called scarred for life. The idea came about because I often find myself summing up some of the incidents in my life with the expression, “I’m scarred for life.” Then one day, for some reason we were discussing family photos at my mom’s house and she said something about, “…the group picture we got once when Shellie refused to dress up” etc, etc, and it was this big traumatic hoopla, “remember?” Apparently every detail was seared into her memory, but all I thought was, “You mean I didn’t do that EVERY time we were going to get a family photo done?” I couldn’t conjure up that specific memory, even after her cues, to save my life. That was when I realized it. I may be facetious when I say I’m scarred for life. Some people have big, really big, really truly traumatic and terrible experiences that leave big ugly scars, but all moms have these little scars left over from the old battle wounds of motherhood. Wouldn’t it be cathartic, validating, and cleansing to share those moments that are seared on our consciousness forever? Everything is so much more amusing in hindsight too, isn’t it? So, here’s the first scar I’ll share.
Yeah, well, it’s really two. It’s called the ANNUAL ESPINOZA BASEMENT FLOODING TRADITION. (Tradition we plan on breaking this April, right, boys???) My eye is starting to twitch already and it’s only the middle of March. Chapter 1 April, 2006
Chapter 1 April, 2006
This chapter takes place right in the middle of a 1 ½ week period of time that shows this was really a scarring experience if I still remember it in the backdrop of when it occurred. For the background on the week this happened in, read the excerpt here from my old e-mail.
Here’s the incident
Papi went up to the hospital to stay with Carino that day because I had to take Gigio to his appointment, then I had to take Enigma to go buy some things for her concert. Later that evening I was on the phone with Papi in my office and the boys were jumping on the tramp. I hung up the phone and immediately stepped into a puddle. It was coming from under the freezer. I assumed the freezer had died and was leaking. I picked up all the important stuff that was piled on the floor and went to go get towels, but when I went to do that, I discovered and even bigger puddle on the other side of the wall in the family room. Then I heard what sounded like water outside and before I thought what could be happening, I opened the door to the backyard to investigate and a wave about 4" high came whooshing in. The Things had put the garden hose in the bottom of the stairwell leading to the basement and turned it on full blast. They had made quite a swimming pool since the drain was clogged with leaves and mud and wouldn't drain at all anyways. I quick shut the door (too late) and ran to turn off the water. Then I went around the house to unlock the gate on the other side so I could get back in the house without letting in more water. Right at that moment a neighbor came up to see how Carino was doing. Right on cue, she was so inspired. She had knocked on our door and was about to leave when she thought we might be out back. She hurried off and hustled up a huge wet vac and some more people to help. Luckily it's mostly tile down there, and Enigma's room was the only room spared completely which is where the carpet is. We had a lot to wash after because all the linens and extra blankets were stored in the closet under the stairs and they all got wet. As it was, with all the help, I was up till way late. I would have been toast without that. Gigio claims he had no idea the hose was on in the stairwell and he helped unclog the drain and play with the babies while we cleaned up.
Chapter 2 April, 2007
This is why I never want to talk on the phone. OK, this is just one of the reasons why.
I’m still alive. Sorta. Papi has been to
Here's the deja vu incident itself:
The last straw was the Espinoza Annual Basement Flooding. Just like last year, the stairwell drain was clogged with rotten leaves. Just like last year, someone left the hose running in the stairwell. (Except this year he talks and told on himself proudly-Thing 1. He was “washing the window!” No matter that we have no windows on that side of the house.) Just like last year everything was under close to an inch of water except Enigma’s room was spared. Just like last year Papi was not here. Just like last year, I had just gotten off the phone with Papi. Just like last year, Enigma was at a ballroom rehearsal. Unlike last year, there were things lying literally all over the office floor and there was two weeks of clean laundry waiting to be put away in the family room. Unlike last year I discovered the problem on the opposite side of the door and of course didn't open it. Unlike last year, no one walked in on cue to help me. I guess I’m more wicked now. I had to call all over the place trying to get a wet vac (only to find out from Papi the next day that he's gotten one since last year. ARG!) Eventually I got help though from an army of neighbors and everything got dried up but then I had to redo all the laundry and everything that was in the drawers in the boys’ room because it was all musty. That set me back terribly. I was already on the edge of functioning, and now I was off the cliff. So what do you do when you hit rock bottom? Try not to think about it too hard and give up on your grandiose plans of getting back on top of things. The next day I heard a sprinkler spray water on the pavement and I freaked, I thought the hose was on again. Don’t worry though, I’m sure after years of therapy I will be back to normal again.
That's it. I'm still in therapy. Now it's your turn. The doctor is in! Tell me about one of your scars. If we have enough fun doing this, we could make it a regular event with linkies and everything.