Glorious Water

Oh how we take delicous, cleansing and almighty water for granted... Our water was shut off for 32 hours this week--26 of them were consecutive. Yes, I said it: CONSECUTIVE. Makes it hard to wash your hands, do dishes, flush the toilet, and of course showering, forget about it. As you know, we live in a condo, so we were definitely not alone in our duress. Over 150 of us folks here in the Tradewinds were without such luxuries. Emotions were running high. Luckily, the water main that had the leak was located just a stone's throw from our balcony so that we were able to monitor the gaping man-size boobee trap hole in the lawn and the progress of the morons trying to fix it. Naturally, Ryan was down there watching, as if plumbing were a spectator sport. He would try and act heroic as he threw on his beanie and said, "I'm gonna go see what these monkeys are doing!" when really we all knew that he was thoroughly enjoying himself down there with the dirt, tools and Bobcat Excavator. Sometimes it took him up to an hour to "see what those monkeys were doing". As he left me in the home with the two children, rotting dishes in the sink and a toilet full of stinkie pee.

The water was shut off without warning on Wednesday...all day. It returned by 5, but the problem had only been diagnosed. They sent out a bulletin that it would be shut off on Thursday from 9 to 5. Translation: they were supposed to get the water working by 5 on Thursday...well, 6, 7, 8,...all went by without a drop from the tap. Finally around midnight we looked out our window and what to our wondering eyes did appear?

Something that looked a lot like this. The monkeys obviously weren't doing much of anything down there. I went to bed dirty and constipated. It wasn't until noon on Friday that I was finally able to wash my hands. That is, AFTER we spent the afternoon purging the taps of the brownness that was plaguing our pipes and then scrubbing the tub, toilet and sinks to a respectable shine.
Meanwhile, we had Kayla's dental procedure on Friday morning, on which I will blog at a later date when I can find the exact words to describe the ordeal. For now, I am going to do some dishes and enjoy my tap water (that is PS still spewing microscopic bits of sediment, shard if you will. Last week I might have minded washing my hair in water with bits of dirt in it...today I just remind myself not to open my mouth).