It didn't rain, but it poured

Yesterday I arrived home from work to a very unhappy husband who was sitting in the middle of our living room watch water drip through the ceiling. Whaaaaat?

Turns out the toilet in our master bath has had a slow leak for awhile, and the water finally made its way through the floor and then through the ceiling. We could see almost the entire outline of the framework in the ceiling, water was dripping, paint was falling and the place was a wreck. Rob had taken one of the can lights out of the ceiling and water was really coming out through that hole. He went out to buy a dehumidifier, and I put buckets out everywhere and covered up furniture.

We had a home owners' association meeting that we had to go to (another long story, but every house in our neighborhood is being assessed $1200 and we wanted to know why), so Rob turned off the water and we left for the meeting. We got home at 9 p.m. -- starving at this point since we hadn't had time to eat -- and the water was still dripping.

After talking to my Dad, Rob hit a hole in the ceiling with his hammer and gallons of water poured out into the giant trash can he was holding. It flowed for a good 30 minutes and then dripped for another 30 or so before finally stopping. I made us some grilled cheese and we finally ate dinner at 9:45 p.m.

We slept with all of the house water turned off. This morning Rob went downstairs and turned on the water, then we listed for dripping. We didn't hear anything, and the ceiling is significantly drier, so we showered and turned it off again for the day.

Now we need to get a plumber to fix the toilet, and we'll need a contractor to replace our ceiling. A mess!