Call An Actual Plumber

Gravity doesn't work like you would expect it to here on the farm.  None of the water goes down, and I can only blame it on the calcium deposits in the pipes and the fact no one had even thought of a garbage disposal back when this house was built.  So the kitchen sink has been giving me trouble for a good week now, and I finally decided to give it all I've got today.

And when I did, the pipes under the sink popped out of joint and water flooded everywhere.  Nora came running because, I'm sorry to say, she probably heard one word come out of my mouth that she has never heard before.  Luckily she didn't ask questions.  I grabbed the cat scrap bucket and the compost bucket and yelled for Nora to run grab another bucket.

She was running around the house screaming, "Are we gonna die?!  Are we gonna die?!  Where do you keep the buckets around here?"  I don't know if it was the word I said or the fact that I've scared her so thoroughly about the dangers of mixing water and electricity, but either way she was certain this was the end.

See, the electrical box for the soft water system sits under the sink, and I was trying to avoid mixing the two.  I grabbed some towels and put them down on the floor and attempted to plug the sinks from the top down.  It sort of worked.  

"Mommy, are we going to be okay?  I stepped on the water.  Am I going to be okay?"

"Yes, hun, everything is fine."

"I said a prayer that you wouldn't die because I really need someone I can look up to and then I'd have to go and live with Grandma."

"I think we're going to make it through this one just fine, Nora."

I was able to put everything back together.  Luckily the electrical box was fine, too.  The sink is still clogged, but I'll tackle that problem tomorrow.  For now, I'm just going to enjoy being alive.  That was a close one.

Oh, and remind me to show Nora where I keep all the buckets around here.