MY HUSBAND – THE Plumbers ARSE!!!

Here we have another PERFECT example of what happens when husbands don’t or won’t listen to their wives.

Ok, so here’s the story. My dishwasher stopped heating up the water when it washes, because it is not hooked up to the hot water, it uses cold water which it heats to save energy. So I have to get it fixed because I am now SO spoiled with having it that I cannot stand washing by hand.

Anyway, I contact “a guy” who will come to pick it up and take it to be repaired because it’s “probably just something small like the thermostat or the element (or both…)”. Great so they will be in on Thursday to pick it up.

This is where My Hubby comes in. He insists that we will have to disconnect the dishwasher from the connection in the wall and have it ready to go when they get to my house to pick it up. (I, on the other hand, am sure they will probably be able to do all that – but NO! – I mean what, I ask you, do I know???). So Last night, before I can get dinner started he’s moved the dishwasher out of it’s little space in the kitchen and is in under the counter trying to get the pipe disconnected. Now logic tells me to switch the water OFF outside at the main tap – but he says it will not be necessary. Who am I to argue?

Within 2 minutes the little tap connection he is trying to tighten, or loosen or whatever, with pliers, breaks. Water BURSTS out of the pipe, no the hole in the wall in a huge spray flooding everything (including him) in seconds!

So now he has created four, five, no, TEN times the amount of work for himself. And all because he wouldn’t listen to me. Because he has to now dry up the wet floor and kitchen in general, and get somebody out to fix the broken wall fixture, and get the dishwasher repaired.

We now have no water (after I ran like a mad woman to switch it off outside), and all his attempts to try to block the hole in the wall are useless. I throw my toys and tell him I’m going to my mother. I haven’t had a shower and I cannot go to work without one. I cannot even go to the toilet! How am I supposed to get anything done with no water. He should have just left everything for the pro’s to do when they got here!! Well my husband and my oldest some both ran around fetching water in pots, bottles and kettles from the garden tap (which still worked) and boiling it all up to make enough hot water for me to bath in – LOL!!!

This morning was fun too trying to wash our faces, make breakfast, brush our teeth and do our hair without running water. It is amazing how much one uses just to do those things!! My kids really had an eye opener to how fortunate we are, and how awful it is for those people living in rural areas who don’t have running water and have to walk long distances just to get some in a bucket to carry back home.

Maybe next time he will listen to me. I doubt it, but one can always hope…


~~posted for Brigitte by her sister Angel

Invincible Poopie

Here’s a funny story to put a smile on your faces. On Sunday night when I came home from church one of the kids had used the toilet at some stage (we will never know who it was) and left a “floater” after flushing. Now this is something that really makes me gril and I cannot use a toilet if there are still remnants of the previous person still in the bowl. This is something Barry thinks is very funny. Same as I can’t use the basin to brush my teeth if it hasn’t been rinsed first – yuk!!

Anyway, I discover the “floater” and take action. I pile some loo paper on top of it and flush – waiting with baited breath to see if it has worked – but alas, all the loo paper is gone – but the “floater” is still there – smug and smirking at me. I wait for the tank to fill up with water and try again. To no avail! It just duck and dives through the loo paper and stays on top – once again all the loo paper is gone but not the “floater”. “Ag come on!” I cry in frustration, much to Barry’s delight in the bedroom! “Is it still there babe?” He asks – but I can here the laughter hiding just beneath his “concern”. I go to the room and get into bed deciding I have done all I can – it will have to stay till morning. But I can’t.

I can hear it taunting me from the toilet bowl, chuckling smugly to itself – feeling invincible!! Hence it gets it’s title – The Invincible Poopie. I get up and go back to the toilet. I again apply the loo paper – trying to place it carefully to cover it properly so it can’t escape the tissue trap I made for it – but lo and behold, it does and I can just hear it squealing with glee at it’s great escape once more.

I go back to the room – frustrated, and Barry is trying to hide a smile. “Won’t it go?” he asks again (trying not to laugh at my frustration). And he starts to giggle, and I start to giggle – it has us totally stumped and we both sit in the bed laughing to the tears roll. All in all I try SIX times to flush the miserable piece of shit, but I have no luck. I throw up my hands and tell Barry it’s his turn – I cannot and will not wake up to it in the morning and he has to try now.

He gets up out of bed, goes to the toilet and flushes it and it’s gone. Just like that! I cannot believe it. I couldn’t get rid of it and he doesn’t even try. He just flushes the loo ONE TIME and it’s gone.

Now I can sleep – and not be plagued by thoughts of the nasty little floating poopie that wouldn’t flush away still lingering in the toilet.

But when I think about my little battle with the ALMOST invincible poopie – I still chuckle.

posted for Brigitte by her sister Angel