We were so pleased when we found this sink, a perfect little replacement for the previous back bathroom sink, which mysteriously jumped off the wall on D's birthday two years ago.It seemed so cute and perfect. Now, not so much.
Because now it is having to function as our kitchen sink. And small and cute are not really what you look for in a kitchen sink.
The good news was, our basement wasn't taking on water during our recent heavy rainstorms. The bad news was, the water on the floor was the result of a leaky pipe. That serves as a drainpipe for both the kitchen sink and... wait for it... the dishwasher.
So we're suddenly back in circa 1988, when handwashing and drying were where it was at in our lives.
Moments like these make me realize that no one ever REALLY tells you that significant portions of your adulthood will be taken up by agonizing over which plumber to call, should we get estimates or just have someone come and do it, what if they think they have to take some of the drywall down to get to it, where will the money come from to pay for this after two rounds of car repairs last month, etc. etc. At least if someone did tell me, I wasn't listening.
I am listening to the bigger message in all of this, though, which is (I think): our everyday life is pretty luxurious. We should try not to be spoiled brats.
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Ugh. Let me know if you need dry wall repairs. I've got experience, not recent experience, but experience none the less.
Hey Shelley, I walk this philosophical knife edge all the time too. Grateful for all we have, aware of the big picture, but yet...yeah, whining about what a pain it is to get a plumbing estimate!
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