This morning I woke up and headed down the stairs to start my breakfast. When I stepped on the rug in front of the sink, it was wet. I thought maybe Mr. B dropped and ice cube or something. Then I stepped off the rug and heard a squish sound.
Immediately I knew something wasn’t right. I walked around a bit more and soon saw water coming up between the boards of our laminate floor.
I went over to our pantry, where there is no flooring, opened the door and saw about a half inch of water.
Shit shit shit.
I go wake up Mr. B and inform him of the situation. I then start cleaning up the stuff off the floor of the pantry and send Mr. B to the other side of our duplex to assess the situation over there.
Ummm…ya, not a way to start the day.
This was what Mr. B discovered next door. Probably about 3 inches of water in the downstairs which was beginning to come over on our side.
Let me take a moment to explain our living situation, since I don’t thing I ever have before….
Mr. B’s grandparents own the duplex we live in. When we first got together we worked on the one side to update it and now live there. We had someone living on the other side until last year, so now we are in the process of working on that side. In fact those cabinets seen in the picture above, they’re brand new and were JUST put in. Ugh.
Alright, so Mr. B made phone calls while I got ready for work. Which I was already way behind on doing. Then I hear on the news that the main road I take to work is closed due to flooding.
By this point I just want to say screw it. I haven’t made my lunch yet and really just wanted to say forget it. I had a short convo with myself that I could just run through a drive thru and grab something for lunch.
Ya, that was a very SHORT convo, then I smacked my inner binge girl and reminded her that stress eating would not get me anywhere with the water situation. Eating a bag of French fries wouldn’t remove the water. It never fixed a situation in the past, so why would it fix it now. All that would happen would be me feeing like crap for eating crap. I would undo some hard work and would just be angry with myself.
So I packed myself my Simply Filling lunch. And got on with my day. Because as I always tell myself ‘There is no other option!’
Then Mr. B sent me the following picture of our heating vent full of almost 9 inches of water.
Inner binge girl rose her head again, but was quickly shut up with a delicious pineapple vanilla yogurt combo.
I’m a stress eater and while I have come a LONG way from the days where I would eat my feelings, I still struggle from time to time. I’m sure this will be happening more today and over the next few days because we have a mess on our hands and the rain isn’t letting up any time soon. Sigh.
But I always got to remember that food will never fix whatever the situation may be. It only fixes hunger!
Are you a stress eater? How do you deal with it?