I get to see crack

So.  Saturday I spackled Joseph’s room, and yesterday, we sanded down, all in prep for painting perhaps next weekend.  Part one of our House Beautiful project.

We also did laundry and dishes.

Poe and I were covered in spackle dust from head to toe.  Poe now knows what I’ll look like when I’m fully gray.

Go to take a shower as one is wont to do when covered in dust, when lo and behold – no hot water.

A side note – my parents live next door, and they own this house too.  In other words, my parents are our landlords.  Not perfect – as my mother says, “We just know too much about each other” but I’m here if they need me which they do more and more now that they’re elderly, and they get to be a part of the kids’ every day lives.  BUT – they are on vacation for the next week.  That means my father, manly man of everything handy, is gone.  My husband, God love him, is not very handy.

We thought that maybe since we’d done so much laundry and the dishes in a short amount of time, that we just ran out of hot water.  We wait a few hours.  Still no hot water.  Poe went out and turned off the hot water heater, and back on.  Wait a few hours.  Still no hot water.  He took the kids to my parents house to take baths.  This morning?  Still no hot water.

Sigh.

While if it were JUST showers, we could just go next door.  But with a family of four – we can’t wait a week for my handy dad to get home.  I have to call a plumber.  Am NOT looking forward to this.  Also – must call in at work, and my boss will NOT be happy about it.  And when dad gets back he will NOT be happy about it.

Dude.  I just want hot water.