Let's just say that what ensued was akin to those scenes of kids in New York City playing in the jetstream of a fire hydrant. Or, considering my reaction, the scenes of protesters being fired upon by high-pressure hoses. All that was lacking was tear gas.
Fits of screaming, 12 beach towels, half my hair dripping wet and a complete wardrobe change later, I marched down to Ace Hardware with my arch-nemesis-of-the-moment: the valve from my kids' bathtub faucet.
This was only hours after Gemma replicated the exact thing Donovan did 4 years ago. It goes something like this:
mom in shower
child on their own
dreams of being a gymnast
+ towel rod
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gaping hole in wall
You can still see where I patched the wall from 4 years ago. And then put it a foot higher. You know, out of the reach of a 3 year old. But not out of the reach of a 4 year old, apparently. So now I get to patch another hole and raise the bar again. I'm too annoyed to love how literal and figurative that was.
This also occurred a day after the shelf on Joel's side of the closet totally ripped out of the wall. I didn't realize his shirts were made of chain mail.
So there I was walking into Ace Hardware with my faucet valve in hand. And there I was, returning home and reassembling the faucet. And there I was, turning around and observing that one of the sink faucets is dripping.
I can't win.
But this time I'll turn off the water.
5 comments:
HILRIOUS!
It still gives me a chuckle when I think of Gemma asking you if you were happy on her way out the door for preschool :)
home ownership is the american nightmare.
This is a trick to make me call you for details! I'm not sure I understand the connection between the towel rod and the bathtub faucet.....
Call me!!! I think plumbing is always more fun with back-up:) And my dad on the phone:)
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