MLH came home about 2 p.m. Sunday afternoon from a Friday through Sunday 24 hour-a-day job in the field, having only slept in the truck on location. We were both exhausted, but at some point, he decided to make us breakfast for late lunch/supper. We were cleaning up, and I noticed…water on the floor. At first, I thought the ZZ crew had spilled their bowl, but no, that wasn't it, at all! Something was leaking under the sink.
Into repair mode we go…and find that some critter has chewed a hole in the R.O. water line. Lovely. Out comes the wet vac, MLH pulls all the drawers out of the sink cabinets, pulls out the dishwasher and the refrigerator – because all are encased in custom cabinets built personally by MLH. An hour later, all is well, the fan is blowing, and we are glad we didn’t call the plumber on a Sunday – it really was such a small job. We then go to bed, and sleep well, knowing all is good in our house.
I wake up at 2:30 a.m. this morning, with indigestion. I’m looking everywhere for antacids. I walk into the kitchen as a last resort, and realize Zack and Zoie are quietly padding behind me. I turn around to quietly greet them, and turn back to my task, and before I know it, I’m standing in water.
Deep water. Flowing water. And, it’s cold.
I turn on the light, grab some towels out of the laundry room, throw them on the floor and go wake MLH.
You have to know - He. Was. So. Excited.
Rerun of last night, except for one thing – we find we caused this leak by nicking a line sometime during last night’s repair job. And in the morning, as soon as we wake up, we’re calling the plumber. Translate that to Janie’s calling the plumber, because MLH has to be in the field early.
First, I have to get to sleep.
It's never boring around here!