At first, I mistook the sound of running water for the white noise machine in the nursery. Maybe the neighbor was running water. At 8 am? Stranger things have happened.
I shook it off and rushed to work.
Hubby called at four Thursday afternoon and asked if I’d heard water running. He heard the same thing and checked everything — sprinklers, toilets and faucets — and couldn’t find the culprit. A quick call to the water company and a visit from our friendly neighborhood Roto-Rooter guy confirmed our suspicions: we were the proud owners of a house with a water leak in some mysterious place between the kitchen and the guest bathroom.
Friday evening a guy from a leak detection company stopped by to find the exact location of the leak while I sat in my bedroom with a napping baby and tried on hairstyles and makeup using the InStyle virtual makeover. I learned two things Friday night:
- There is such a thing as a leak detection company, further confirming there is a job out there for everyone;
- When given the option of trying on any type of makeup in existence, even in a virtual makeover, I’ll probably try on what I’d normally wear.
I thought my whole weekend was ruined. Thursday we were both a mess. I was crying, Hubby was moody and we both threw a childish little WHY ME! hissy fits. I would say, “where will we get the money to fix it??? Just tell me it’ll be alright!” and he would say “It’ll be alright!” and I’d be all, “WE WILL NOT BE ALRIGHT THIS IS A DISASTER!”
I texted a friend to tell her all about this awful tragedy. She was sympathetic but was more concerned about the hissy fits.
“Be gentle with each other!” she said.
I got that text while I was holding my little baby Blogworthy. He looked at me with those big, sweet eyes and my whole perspective shifted. Hubby, Baby Blogworthy and I laid down on the bed, talked and giggled. I just couldn’t help but think to myself, he depends on us completely, but he has no idea how much we depend on him, especially in situations like this. He’s truly the tie that binds us together and makes our love even stronger.
But this isn’t about emotional watershed, it’s about physical watershed.
Roto-Rooter showed up yesterday and added some lovely decor to the middle of our living room floor.
Isn’t that what every home needs? A big ol hole right in the living room floor? Like about 10 feet from the entrance. And also right smack dab in the middle of our eating area, where we eat and visit and you know, LIVE and stuff. Even better is that our laminate floors extend through the whole house and there is no real break between the living room and dining room/kitchen area, so replacing the flooring in one room means replacing it in EVERY room.
The pin-hole sized gap in that pipe caused all that drama and destruction. TGFHOI (Thank God for Home Owners Insurance).
Also? Who builds houses with pipes under the concrete foundation and doesn’t include a crawlspace. Floridians, that’s who.
The joys and sorrows of homeownership.
Worse home disasters? Spill it in the comments!