Recently, the main bathroom in our house has been undergoing renovations – my mom desperately wanted to update it and change the green tiles that we have always had. It had been going well, they took things out rather quickly. The trouble with construction these days though, is that it’s very hard to get things because there is such low stock available. The goal was to have our bathroom completed in a little more than a week, however, slowly, our entire house became a construction site.
The person in charge of construction is a close friend of my mom’s, so it was no surprise that he wanted to do the most while he was here because he is still very busy. He was supposed to work on our basement last year but could not so while he was doing the bathroom and waiting for things to arrive, he took the opportunity to work on our basement stairs. Slowly, the construction also moved downstairs.
A couple of days into the construction, the ceiling of my room started to drip water. The air conditioning unit just so happens to sit on top of my room near the door, so I had buckets of water collecting the water that was leaking from it. This happened last year too, but it was supposedly fixed. The dripping started again randomly during the construction. After a look at it again, they deemed that they had to rip out a part of my ceiling. The construction continued to spread throughout the house, and now has invaded my room.
Now the funny part comes along. The night before a part of my ceiling was supposed to be removed, I had cleaned up a majority of my room. There is a lot of stuff in my room, so I spent all night putting things into boxes, and by the time it was around midnight, everything was packed but left open. Around 5 in the morning, I heard a sound from the ceiling. I turned on the lamp beside me, and as if everything went in slow motion, my ceiling fell in front of my bed. I was no longer tired and wasn’t even angry. I only screamed because I was annoyed that it couldn’t have wait a little longer for the construction team to come over to remove it. My mom came running in, opened the door as much as she could, and peeked in to see my annoyed, yet surprised face, and started to laugh.
In my entire life, I have never experienced a falling ceiling. Thankfully, no one got hurt, but the boxes that I left unopened were all filled with the random fluff that was in our attic. I couldn’t believe the timing of everything. As for now, I am now borrowing some space in my sister’s room and hoping that the construction spread in our house has stopped.
