Middle School & Kindergarten in Casa Aqua
FavoriteSon started middle school this month and PinkGirl is now in kindergarten! FavoriteSon is 11 and PinkGirl is 5 (and a half) years old. Time is flashing by. I mean to write, but I just can’t seem to find the time.
It’s the water. No, not from a hurricane. From the house. The house of water. This time it was a pin hole leak in a copper pipe. It’s amazing how much water can come out of a hole the size of a pin. “ANOTHER Casa Aqua incident?” you ask? Yes. Another “incident.”
FirstHusband comes in from the back porch and says . . . you know, I have no idea what he said. It’s all a blur. Cut to him assuring me it was only leaking outside. To quote PinkGirl’s latest favorite saying, “YeahhhhhhhNO.”
I walked straight into the living room, kicked off my shoe and pressed my foot down against the wall and the piano (parallel to where it was leaking outside). Wet.
oh. i am so surprised.
Ten minutes later, the piano is in the middle of the living room, the contents of two bookshelves are stacked (alphabetically) all over the dry portion of the room and the bookcases themselves are upside down so the feet would dry (hopefully). The next day the familiar sound of an industrial fan BLASTS what we now affectionately refer to as white noise. Or should we call it “wet” noise?
Anyway, long story short, here’s the order of events:
1. The “incident” (spanning three days - finding, repairing, drying).
2. A few days later, cousin KiKi comes for a week (Disney, Disney, Disney).
3. Four days later - re-pipe the house, cutting LOTS of holes in the walls.
4. Three days after that - vacation (Happy 16th Anniversary honey.)
5. Two days after that - school begins.
6. The day after school starts - drywall texturing.
7. Now, I get to paint.
If you don’t paint drywall texture it rubs off like chalk. The big white spots look funny too. Of course, you can’t just paint the white spots in the rooms that haven’t been painted since 1996. My personal favorite is when I get to paint the ceiling.
I know I complain, but truth be told, I’m not too stressed over it. It is what it is. I just keep swimming, just keep swimming . . . wait. I mean painting. Eventually, I’ll finish. I’m shooting for Thanksgiving.
The good news is that all the pipes in the house are now PVC. They tell me PVC won’t leak. mmmmm hmmmm.
