Monday, February 7, 2011

Burst Pipe. Burst Bubble. It's all the Same.

Is there a famous quote about expectations being the root of all disappointment somewhere out there? Because man alive, ain't that the truth.

Before I got engaged, I thought planning a wedding would be a snap. I'm an organized individual who loves DIY projects—what more could you need to throw together the perfect Big Day setup? I forgot to factor in all the people who would be attending that Big Day. And their opinions. And preferences. And the beefs they would have with the way we're choosing to do things. I forgot to consider the stress that inevitably comes with planning any event.

Moving in with Mr. W was much the same. I had these romantic notions about what it would be like to hunker down in his house. I'd have a lovely yard in which to relax. I'd have more space and an actual garage where I could park my car. And then I got there and storage was limited. My commute had about 150 moronic drivers on it. That lovely yard sucked every ounce of energy from my body for a week straight.

And then Mr. W left. And the sprinklers wouldn't shut off. And the new avocado tree got weepy. And last week it started to smell like wet cardboard or barnyard in the house—and I couldn't find the source.

Until last night.

I had been sniffing around since Wednesday, trying to trace the stench. Then I was walking into the kitchen and noticed the wood floor in the hallway was warped. Had it always been warped? I couldn't remember. I've only lived there 2 months...but I was pretty sure it wasn't buckling before. Suddenly I realized the smell might be connected to the floor, so I laid down and put my ear to it. I heard ocean. Not a good sign.

Unsure of what to do, I called Dirty Painter and he told me to go downstairs into the rental unit. I had to sort through a dozen sets of keys before I found the ones that would let me into the guest house. The air was thick with humidity. The sound of rushing water echoing through the empty space. I got back to a locked door that led underneath the house, fumbled with the keys again and slid it open to find a small geyser shooting up from one of the pipes attached to the water heater. It had sprayed up all over the support beams and insulation. All the way up to the wood floor in the hallway...

Dirty Painter rushed over to help turn off the water and clean up. When I went to Mr. W's bathroom to get some old towels, his cabinet door fell off in my hand. Because of course that's what else I needed to happen in that moment.

I had to go to my parents' house to shower this morning. And I flushed my toilet last night by pouring bottled water into it.

I can't decide whether someone put a hex on me or if I'm manifesting more stress in my life because I'm putting out so much frenetic, anxious energy right now. All I know is that wrapping up wedding details, working with a cut staff at my job, and trying to handle the woes of homeownership (or in this case, rentership) is pushing me dangerously close to the edge of insanity. Thankfully, I'll probably fit into that tight wedding dress no problem...

11 comments:

geekhiker said...

Oh, man, that sucks. Reminds me of when I was a kid and a pipe burst on the dishwasher, flooding the entire house.

Hopefully everything will get straightened out quickly and your stress level will go down!

Jane Moneypenny said...

Whoa, we're living parallel lives. It snowed in Austin a few days ago with a hard freeze and my washer pipe burst. No running water for a night, trapped in my apartment the next morning waiting for a plumber.

Take it as a sign of good things to come; bad dress rehearsal always leads to a great show (as you know, I'm very cynical about my own life, but very optimistic about others, including yours!).

Danielle said...

Wow, that is horrible! Hope things come around soon. Someday you will look back and laugh or that is what they say anyway!

hunnerwoof said...

Wait...aren't you a Prius driving enviro-Nazi? What the hell are you doing with bottled water????

Mel Heth said...

Geekhiker - Thank goodness it didn't flood the whole house. I guess I need to look at that bright side - thanks for the reminder. :)

Jane - Seriously, sister, I think we share some weird cosmic connection. I like your thinking on this meaning good things are ahead!

Danielle - Thank you. I'm sure I'll be able to laugh about it as soon as Mr. W is home again!

HunnerWoof - You KNOW I don't keep bottled water in the house. I had a friend bring some too me - it was an emergency and I will plant two trees somewhere to make up for the bottles who had to die so I could flush my toilet.

leafprobably said...

Oh wow! It sounds like you had the day from hell! I hope you can get it all fixed up without having to mortgage a kidney or something! (I'm always terrified of anythign that goes wrong involving a plumber or an electrician to fix, because it's always super expensive.)

LesleyG said...

Oh man, house stuff always comes up at the worst time. I guess because there IS no good time, but still. Ugh. I'm sorry, I hope everything can be fixed soon!

Sizzle said...

OMG that sucks. UGH. Why does the Universe insist on testing us when we are at our limit??

I'm sorry things are so stressful. I hope the honeymoon you two have planned will be epic in its utter relaxation.

somone's mom said...

sometimes being SADIE,SADIE MARRIED LADY(to be)
SUCKS!!

Nilsa @ SoMi Speaks said...

Nothing like jumping in feet first! You're learning by fire and you're doing great! It might be stressful at times, but you're really hanging in there, keeping it all together and will be that much more grateful when Mr. W returns in the not too distant future!!!

blakspring said...

holy crap, that sucks. i would have freaked out for sure. i hope the damage won't be too hard to fix :(