A couple of year ago, we lived in a house that had a full basement. It wasn't finished by any means, and when it rained, the basement would flood. I'm not talking about a little bit of dripping here and there. There would be about an inch or two of water covering the entire floor. Junior would have to go down there and hook up a pump that diverted the water out a window. We had big plans to have someone come in and do some Basement waterproofing so that we could make a playroom down there. Not for the kids, though. We were going to put the pool table down there, and maybe a big screen television and couches. We wanted somewhere where the adults could go and hang out.
Moving out of that house was a blessing in disguise. I've heard rumors that it is literally falling apart, and I am just glad we are not still living there. Sure, we don't have as much room now as we did then, but we are a lot happier, and that is what is important.
At least to me.