Unlike Alexander, I did not wake up realizing this was going to be a Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day. My day started according to plan – Fred took babyBaum to his hospital’s daycare (which he attends part-time) to give me the day to run errands and do laundry and pack for our upcoming trip to California. By 11am, I had run to Babies R Us to pick up an umbrella stroller, to Target to pick up toiletries and baby stuff for the trip, and met with the plumber regarding our plan of attack for repairing our hot water heater pipe burst. A plan I sadly learned today would definitely involve the tearing up of newly lain wood floor and part of our foundation. I was moving and grooving and getting things done. Our plumber had told us that until the pipe was fixed, we could turn on our hot water to take showers and run the washer so long as we turned it off again when we were done. I had about 4 loads of laundry to do, so I got to work.
About 4:30pm, I got ready to leave to pick up babyBaum. I run to the master bathroom and there awaited 2 inches of standing water. That smelled. I call our contractor whose overseeing the pipe repair. I explain the problem and he tells me he is pretty sure from my description that this water has nothing to do with the already diagnosed burst pipe. He instructs me to mop up all the water (which took every single towel we owned plus some of Fred’s shirts – sorry, Fred) and call him back. We then try a few things, one of which is flushing the toilet with the water turned off at the valve. Um, bathroom floods again with 2 inches of water. Did I mention that I had already used every single towel we owned to mop up the water? I’m frantically looking at the clock, realizing I now only have 30 minutes to pick up babyBaum, who is probably very cranky since he’s not used to being at daycare all day. Our contractor who was already on his way home hears the desperation in my voice and tells me he’s confident it’s a blockage in our sewage line and he can be there in 30 minutes with a machine that can clear the line.
Fred had to work all night and I was completely overwhelmed - I have to mop up as much water as I can, go pick up babyBaum, figure out how to feed him and put him to bed while plumbers are in our house with a machine to suck out tree roots and other miscellaneous items stuck in our sewage line, oh yeah, and I was low on gas. The whole drive to the daycare, I kept tearing up. I miss living in Oklahoma City where I had dozens of friends who lived within 15 minutes and with whom I shared a years-long history of picking up one another’s babies or offering a guest room or a ride or whatever was needed when life’s little emergencies hit. Don’t get me wrong: I’ve made some very wonderful friends here in Fort Worth, but you know those friends whom you can call and you don’t even have to complete one sentence to have an entire conversation? The kind to whom all you would need to say is, ”2 inches of water on my bathroom floor!” and they would go pick up babyBaum, feed him, put him down at their house for a few hours or the night and have a margarita waiting for you at the end of it all? Those are hard friends to come by and I miss them!
So, I arrive at the daycare and babyBaum’s teacher asks me how my day was and well, I start crying. Yes, actual tears flowing down my face and all this poor woman was expecting was a “fine” or “great, thanks!” I quickly tell her everything is okay but we’re having major plumbing issues and I need to hurry and get back to meet the plumbers and she looks at me and says, “Go meet the plumbers, we’re here until 8pm – take care of that, we’ll take care of him.” I tell her that we aren’t on the full day plan and don’t pay for the care that late. She just smiles at me and tells me it’s okay. I hug her (and babyBaum) and rush back home to meet the plumbers. They hook up their machine and get to work fishing out roots and all sorts of gunk from our sewage line. They finish at exactly 7:40pm – enough time to go pick up babyBaum with 5 minutes to spare. . . that is, until I get in the car and it flashes its 5 miles until empty warning light. So, I use my 5 minutes to fill up and then go pick up my poor confused, sleepy baby. He’s back asleep, this time in his own crib, by 8:30pm and all I feel like doing is crawling into bed.
Unfortunately, I have to finish laundry - which now includes 2 extra loads of sopping wet towels – and clean a shower and bathroom floor covered with sewage line loveliness. Hopefully, tomorrow will see no unplanned emergent home repairs so I can get us packed and coordinate with the plumbers to finish the repairs from tonight (they have to reattach our toilet). And, we haven’t even started the repairs on the busted water heater pipe yet!
But, in an effort to stay positive, here is what I’m thankful for: a daycare teacher and a contractor who saw a person in need and extended a helping hand by going above and beyond their normal duty when they didn’t have to; friends who offered a place to stay if we couldn’t get our water turned back on; being able to once again use our water without flooding our bathroom; and, an imminent California vacation. And, now I bid this Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day farewell.