This is the scene I came home to today after work.
Yes, that is Julie and Joel standing on a stool and a ladder, in the middle of the living room, replacing the ceiling fan. It all started around 2:30pm - 3:00pm-ish this afternoon when I received a frantic phone call from Julie. "There is water leaking from the ceiling fan and dripping onto the carpet!" "Um... I'm sorry, I thought you just said, 'there is water leaking from the ceiling fan and dripping onto the floor.' I must have misheard you." Nope. I heard her correctly. She had taken a bath and when she went downstairs afterwards, she walked into a living room with water coming down from the ceiling in the area around the ceiling fan. She panicked and started trying to contain the water. She put pots and pans around the living room floor to catch the water, pulled up the rug, put out all the fans we own, and did the best she could to soak up the water with towels. She was increasingly confused when she found zero water on the bathroom floor. I called Joel to let him know he needed to go home ASAP to find out what went wrong. There is no way Julie was splashing around the tub enough to make it rain in the living room. Rubber ducky or not, no one makes that big of a mess!
After some investigation work and a phone call to my dad, Joel discovered the overflow valve on the tub had been turned and loosened enough so that the water had seeped between the valve and the tub wall, allowing water to run down the inside of the bathtub, drip down onto the ceiling of the living room and puddle until it found a release, also known as my ceiling fan. Joel and Julie pulled down the ceiling fan to make sure water wasn't pooling inside the fan and to let the electrical unit air out. Dad said the drywall in the ceiling won't soak up much water, so there isn't much to worry about. Joel fixed the overflow valve and we should be safe to bathe again.
A dramatic Monday afternoon, but all is well that ends well!