The wording could have been better and softer but this hurt her feelings and she packed her overnight bag and left mad. I’m sure she didn’t want to talk to us ever again, but we knew this too would pass.
When she got to her apartment, she had to call us (which I knew just killed her due to the curcumstances).
“Mom, my apartment sprinkler system is going off flooding our apartment and I do not know what to do.”
Of course she could have come back here, but we are 45 minutes away from her work place, so she decided to stay at a friends house for the night.
She and her roomate spent all of Thursday on the phone with the apartment manager on what to do. Let me just mention, “These are are uptown apartments with rent that could pay my car off’. They wanted answers! Restoration crews were coming into the apartments on that floor and setting up equipment and turning off overhead lights. Twelve units were flooded. They were fit to be tied. She had to stay with a friend again that night.
On Friday, she and her roomate marched down to the office and demanded some answers and instructions. The apartment manager told them that they had to use their renters insurance to find a hotel for a few weeks. What? This can not work because she relies on the light rail train to take her to work each morning as parking uptown can cost 50.00 a day. The insurance requires a 500.00 deductable she did not have, its not their fault, and she could not be that far away from her shoes! Ha.
This momma was just about to call the apartments myself but Nick suggested I let them handle it as they are adults.
After a heated argument they were given a new apartment to move into without any fees and also some of the rent price knocked off for the month. The kicker was they had to be out of the flooded apartment by Sunday. Nothing was packed or boxed and the restoration equipment was scattered through out. It was a nightmare.
So 11:00 at night we took a trip to Charlotte to at least get her bed moved to the new apartment. While Nick disassembled the bed frame, Me and my daughter wrestled a large matteress to the 4th floor and other side of the building. This took us almost an hour. I think I laughted so hard, my tummy has a six pack. She on the other hand was ill as a bat. To me, us wrestleing that wobbly mattress, stopping every few feet was hilarious. But we mananged to get her whole bedroom moved that night and her roomate moved her things on Saturday.
We are heading back down there today and finish up get the moving process completed, mirrors and pictures hung and dishes put away.
I look at this as precious moments, memories and adventures to keep forever.
