Gushing water may be a nice sound at a geyser or water park, but not in your home.
We were enjoying a quiet Thursday afternoon (our Saturday). G was down for her nap and the two of us were talking on the couch when we heard water. At first I thought it was a hose outside (common around here) while J thought G might have gotten up to go potty and turned the water on full bore to wash her hands.
Unfortunately it was neither. Once we realized it was a pipe, coming from in the wall, I shut off the water pump and J called maintenance. I then got out towels and kept the growing puddles, both in the bathroom upstairs and the kitchen downstairs, at bay.
Maintenance came and eventually put a temporary fix on the pipe, but told us we would have to wait until Saturday (read your Monday) to have it fixed. They will have to replace the entire pipe that goes from the bathroom up to the room. My guess is that there will be tile ripped out and who knows what involved.
The mold emanating from where the wall has been ripped open was horrific. I opened the window, removed all the towels, and closed the door. I am glad I wasn't here while the repair was done. I think these things are better to not know all the details.
I did two loads of towels after cleaning up round one of the mess. I called a neighbor and arranged for showers so we at least don't stink as we go into work.
I am also thankful that it happened while we were at home. I am thankful that we have maintenance available and won't have to figure out how to pay for this repair. Thankful for the neighbor's shower. Thankful that we still had water downstairs, and a trickle upstairs which equaled a fully functional kitchen and toilets we could flush.