Yesterday I noticed the sump was running constantly and not shutting off. I really really didn't want to have to open up the cover on it because it's screwed into the concrete basement floor and caulked shut (we have radon), but I had no choice.
Also the sump is smushed in a back corner of the basement, between the furnace and the water heater. Luxurious amounts of elbow room! And of course no spiders, webs, dust or other creepy-crawlies.
When I finally got the cover off (half of it anyway, it's a split cover), there was steam coming out of the pump well.
I was like oh, crap, that ain't good. (And I never use the word ain't. It's practically a curse word for me.)
So I stick my hand in the well to see how warm the water is -- and it's hot. I mean reflexive-yank-back hot. Not boiling though, thank God. (Can you imagine opening up your sump to find boiling water down there? *shudder*)
After a few unplug-replug and stab-the-float tests, I figured out that the pump itself was working fine, the water just had nowhere to go. It (the water) had been acting as a coolant while the pump just ran and ran. I have no idea how long it had been running non-stop before I noticed it (the house is usually pretty noisy, with two kids and three pets) but I'm so thankful I got to it in time to prevent a catastrophe.
Before DH moved out of the house, we noticed the sump pump outlet outside the house wasn't draining really well and that the water was pooling around the foundation. So since DH used to own a landscaping company once upon a bunch-of-years-ago, this summer he tore up half the yard installing an extension onto that water outlet. The idea was we could irrrigate the dry areas of the backyard and also get the foundation dry again -- two birds type of thing. Backfired though.
Meantime -- I have to bail out the sump by hand. In buckets (read: smallish tupperware containers I never use for food), and haul the buckets upstairs and dump them out the back door.
I have no idea how often I'll need to do that, but I'm checking the thing every half hour. At least I'll be burning some calories though.
And of course -- this morning as I was bailing out again -- one of my kittycats pukes on the living room rug.
Thanks for reading if you made it all the way to the end of this post. I guess I just wanted to vent a little. I should go see if I need to bail more...if I'm not back in an hour, send the rescue team with the dogs.
Also the sump is smushed in a back corner of the basement, between the furnace and the water heater. Luxurious amounts of elbow room! And of course no spiders, webs, dust or other creepy-crawlies.
When I finally got the cover off (half of it anyway, it's a split cover), there was steam coming out of the pump well.
I was like oh, crap, that ain't good. (And I never use the word ain't. It's practically a curse word for me.)
So I stick my hand in the well to see how warm the water is -- and it's hot. I mean reflexive-yank-back hot. Not boiling though, thank God. (Can you imagine opening up your sump to find boiling water down there? *shudder*)
After a few unplug-replug and stab-the-float tests, I figured out that the pump itself was working fine, the water just had nowhere to go. It (the water) had been acting as a coolant while the pump just ran and ran. I have no idea how long it had been running non-stop before I noticed it (the house is usually pretty noisy, with two kids and three pets) but I'm so thankful I got to it in time to prevent a catastrophe.
Before DH moved out of the house, we noticed the sump pump outlet outside the house wasn't draining really well and that the water was pooling around the foundation. So since DH used to own a landscaping company once upon a bunch-of-years-ago, this summer he tore up half the yard installing an extension onto that water outlet. The idea was we could irrrigate the dry areas of the backyard and also get the foundation dry again -- two birds type of thing. Backfired though.
- Summer fail: the once-desert-like parts of our lawn turned into a marshy, muddy swamp.
- Winter fail: the new irrigation system FROZE.
Meantime -- I have to bail out the sump by hand. In buckets (read: smallish tupperware containers I never use for food), and haul the buckets upstairs and dump them out the back door.
I have no idea how often I'll need to do that, but I'm checking the thing every half hour. At least I'll be burning some calories though.
And of course -- this morning as I was bailing out again -- one of my kittycats pukes on the living room rug.
Thanks for reading if you made it all the way to the end of this post. I guess I just wanted to vent a little. I should go see if I need to bail more...if I'm not back in an hour, send the rescue team with the dogs.