Our basement floods once every spring. Invariably, there is a week in Kansas where it will rain buckets for four or five days and we end up with water in the basement because our basement drain can't keep up.
I used to obsess over it and lose sleep until I realized, I can't make it stop raining, and I can't keep the water from backing up, and I can't fix the drain so it will drain faster. In other words, there's not a blessed thing I can do. Once I stopped feeling guilty about something I had absolutely no control over, I slept just fine.
Hang in there. It's going to be okay.
Why, a child of five could understand this. Quick -- someone fetch me a child of five!
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