Water Works: Home Edition

We each have those messy moments as parents that literally take your breath away. Lately I’ve been reminiscing over the “highlights” of those in my mothering journey thus far. Funny that most of those involve copious amount of water. Perhaps you need a laugh today and could laugh with me.

S is now 5 years old, and her water messes have toned down quite a bit the last year or so-but about 1 year ago her worst one happened. (Perhaps my reaction to the WORST WATER MESS EVER made her think twice before splashing away, I don’t know.) We have continued on our “fixing up the house” journey, and the project then involved having the downstairs bathroom walls torn out and all the plumbing exposed. The recently finished upstairs bathroom is directly above it, and they share a “plumbing run”- a wall that is just chock full of pipes, including the sewer vent.  After a horrible wind and rain storm one day we had had a roof leak around the sewer vent pipe, and water had trickled all the way down to the ground floor. After replacing the sewer vent boot and drying out the plumbing run, we thought we were ok against future leaks. The wall stayed open to allow for us to work on the plumbing during our remodeling adventures. This story has to have this background info for you to understand what happened this one calm, lovely day. I was busy working on homemaker-ly things, when I heard what sounded like water dripping very slowly. Because of past water escapades, I have a very keen sense of hearing when it comes to water. So I tilted my head and tried to locate the sound. Several minutes later I walked by the downstairs bathroom again and heard the dripping, still slow… but a little faster. I went into the bathroom and was horrified to realize that there was a slow WATERFALL silently flowing down the last bit of remaining drywall, puddling on the floor, leaking under the wall and into the living room. The drip came from the ceiling, which was quite soaked and looked like it could begin losing a chunk of drywall at any moment. I made a very unladylike screech noise, and about high jumped up the stairs. Sitting on the sink was my adorable 4 year old, sopping wet and looking up from her imaginary world of fun waterworks with wide and frightened eyes. I could hardly speak-and probably a good thing, as my words at that moment were not very constructive or loving. Apparently the one thing on the bathroom floor that we had failed to complete, was caulking around the base of the toilet. The flood of water that was poured onto the floor was slowly finding it’s way under the toilet, across the downstairs ceiling, down the wall, and to it’s final puddling place on the living room/bathroom floor. I couldn’t have been more thankful at that moment that the downstairs bathroom wasn’t finished yet!

I’d go on with more water messes, but I think that’s enough reminiscing for one day. 😉


The Adventure of Buying a Home Minus Debt, Plus God. Part THREE

Instead of having an open house of epic proportions this Fall, we are rushing to finish the kitchen so we can have an inside sink for dishes before the hose needs disconnected for Winter. It has been a slow process since we moved here at the end of June. Having three children and trying to do things ourselves is making the progress bar moving slowly. We have had a ton of help from family and friends from time to time, and I can’t imagine where we would be with out all that help. Pretty desperate indeed. So… pictures.

So far we have gone from this:

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To this:


We had to completely gut the kitchen. Rewire the whole deal. Reinsulate, hang drywall, mud and sand, prime, paint, and now we are working on cabinets. We still have about 5 cabinets to hang. The counter top has been ordered. The flooring is waiting, stacked up in our living room. It is getting close! I can almost taste it. Real food, that is…frozen pizza and veggie burgers are getting a tad old. 😉 This week I go to buy the sink and faucet, and I’m about giddy excited about it. 3 months of washing dishes in the garage with a cold garden hose has made me severely appreciate running hot water. I am so, so, SO excited!  People told us that working on such a huge and crazy project would either make us stronger as a couple, or really beat us down. It has been very difficult. We have had evenings where we sit there and harrumph and stare at each other contemplating whether or not our spouse is really thinking clearly at all. We have had evenings where we are laughing together, making silly jokes the whole evening, enjoying each other’s company immensely. Through all our craziness, God has been faithful. He has made us stronger through this, even with all our failings of worrying and getting angry. He has shown us His ways are easy, if we stick with Him. It’s awfully hard if you don’t. We have lost sleep over it, I got my first gray hair, and we have both taken walks alone around the block in frustration. Yet He is faithful. We know that this house was His idea, and we plan to keep on track with Him, and no matter how many times we have to go back to foundational truth numero uno, we shall. God is in charge, and He is faithful. We are thankful. We are excited!