Would you like to hear about my day? Hmmmmm?!
This morning at 7:30, we were tearing out of the house, trying to be on time. The kids were ready and bundled up at the door. Hubby was ready. I was packing my breakfast, collecting my laptop, putting in earrings, and telling everyone else to hurry. Hubby filled the cat water, and as he walked out of the kitchen, I heard water. Once you are a homeowner, you realize that running water is NOT a peaceful sound. Instead it is the sound of terror. Of money literally dripping down the drain. Today, the water was pouring out of the cabinet under the kitchen sink. I opened the doors, and water gushed out.
I don't know about you, but I've been meaning to clean out the disaster under the sink. It was on my list of things to do over Spring Break. Well, the schedule got shifted up a bit, and this morning I cleaned out the cupboard. More accurately, I flung myself into the fountain, tossing beer bottles, dish soap, cat food, rubber gloves and oven cleaner all over the kitchen. Turns out the plastic pipe thingy that attaches to the valve thingy under the sink had popped out. I figured this out once I had the upper half of my body crammed under the sink, water shooting up my nose and ricocheting off the sides into my head.
Meanwhile, I had bellowed at Hubby to GO! GET!! A! MOP!!! and he was downstairs, pulling things out from under the waterfall. Water was running down through the ceiling light into the family room. (In my defense, I did not know what he was doing in the basement. I sent him for a mop. He appeared to get lost. It was "concern" he heard in my voice when I shrieked down the stairs at him.)
We left the house a bit late this morning. Once I had the water turned off, and we had towels and blankets soaking up the flood, I had to give my hair a quick dry, change clothes, and return to the mundane task of packing my breakfast. Rather subdued, we then all piled in the car, and headed off, a bit damp but very, very awake.