Domestic Means Leaking Water Pipes…

Why am I having to learn so many lessons at once?

Yesterday I noticed a couple of brown spots on the ceiling – water leak. It wasn’t much, so we decided I just wouldn’t use any water upstairs until we could tear open a “small” hole in the soffit to take a look at where the leak was coming from.

This morning, I awake to a puddle in the floor that I nearly slipped and killed myself and Seven in. Um, Shiz.

By noon today, when my Dad and I arrived back at the house (I took Seven to my folks house because I didn’t want to have to chase him around during the cutting of the “small” hole) it was literally RAINING in the kitchen. Water was everywhere. The only person I know that is surrounded by this much water is Donna of Spatulas & Corkscrews, but that’s because she lives on a sailboat.

What I can’t get across though is that I am BROKE. A hole in the ceiling is more expense than I can handle. Sure, we’ll come up with it somehow, but it sucks. Just when you think you’ll make it through a tough patch, the patch gets tougher…or so it seems in my case. My poor husband is away and can’t be here to help, but he’s been working his ass off the past few days and won’t even have a day off until July 5. He told me he went into overtime hours as of 8am this morning which means by the end of the day Saturday, he’ll have going on 80 hours this week. He’s not an indoor worker, either, he’s a party chief of a survey crew, so he’s out in the hot sun, carrying equipment…working HARD. I feel bad for him.

So, here is a little play by play in pictures of the day. It may not looks as dire as it could have, as I didn’t get a picture of the worst of it since I took myself away to cry.

Any cooking that gets done the next few days will be from our new home…at my folks. Stay tuned.