Umm, what IS that SMELL????

The saying goes, if you want to make God laugh, tell him/her your plans? My saying is; if you want to make God roll on the floor and split her sides, tell her my plans.
Today was a day that wasn't great, but was ok. In the beginning.
And then got worse.
We started with oversleeping, fits about cutting up cinnamon rolls, the kids beating each other with stuffed animals, then taking Bri to HellMart and Target for parts for her Minnie costume to go to a Halloween party today. Bri and I came home and had lunch. Then James and Jimmy came home from Aldi's and I made Jimmy lunch and James and I had nachos.
So far, not too terrible, right?
After lunch, I decided to go into our crawlspace to find the other two sets of Mr Potato Head parts for the craft pumpkins I bought Saturday AM. I looked in a couple boxes and didn't see anything. But the crawlspace stunk. Really stunk. Not dead animal stink, but I know I smelled this smell before.
So I came up and talked to James for a minute. Then I decided to go back into the crawlspace. I walked around some boxes and noticed a book on the floor. It was sopping wet. I yelled for James to come down. I showed him the book. The floor was perfectly dry. He went into the crawlspace and looked around. The sump pump died. We are not sure when. Somewhere along the time when we had the historic rains here we guess. There is water in the discharge pipe and it will not run. He thought it hadn't spread too far.
(Can you predict how this goes?)
So I decided to clean some stuff up in the crawlspace quickly before going to the Halloween party. The sump pump is in a back corner. I went to move a bag by the entrance, and it fell apart. Everything inside was SOAKED. Oh crap. The water spread further than we thought.
So I grabbed bags and paper towels and began cleaning and throwing out. I filled two garbage cans with stuff and I'm not really done. I missed the Halloween party while getting cramps in my back from being hunched over. I gave up after a couple hours only because we are out of garbage cans (they did not pick up my yard waste this week because I guess I forgot to tag the cans.) I was lucky a lot of stuff down there was in Rubbermaid tubs and up on pallets. What didn't survive was anything on the floor in a cardboard box. My maternity clothes all needed to be washed. The crib side rail has some mold on it. I need to look at it closer another day.
The carpet the previous owners left for backup is all wet and needs to be thrown out. So I need to cut it down and bag it for garbage day. The saving grace was it wasn't the ejector pump. That died last winter and didn't ruin anything, thankfully. But it stunk up the house.
And if you are wondering, my Grandma H's basement flooded when I was a child. I remember the smell now from cleaning out her basement.