This is my first time on this forum. I've been knocking myself out -- but not in a fun way.
Two weeks ago, my bathrooms and front bedroom flooded. By the time my wife called me about it, a lot of damage was already done.
I moved us out to a hotel (stressful) and moved stuff from the house to the hotel so we can be more comfortable.
I've been at the house every day for the past two weeks, going through stuff, boxing and bagging, essentially looking for valuables that my wife has a habit of hiding -- others can't easily find them, and often neither can she. On top of that, my kids (great, right?) may have helped themselves to some of our best stuff when my wife was in the hospital and I was with her.
I'm in the process of going through a LOT of stuff to find things that should be kept, things of actual or sentimental value, and even planning to donate some of the stuff. It's hard. It's stressful.
Yesterday, we had to quickly move from one hotel to another. I packed most of the stuff, we moved. I left a bag in the hotel with essential stuff, and they're still looking for the bag (I hope the maid likes the earbuds).
We hate the new hotel. My wife doesn't want to move because of the drain on me that she saw happening. I'm trying to convince her that we SHOULD move to a comfortable place.
At least my XS came with me.
So -- that's what I'VE been doing. No new bikes, no vacations, nothing fancy. One of these weeks, my wife and I will be able to rest...