It seems like everything I’ve tried to do this week has gone completely wrong. We had a water leak at the money pit, a valve to be exact. I wanted to replace it and couldn’t. Jacob tried, then George tried, and notta. We couldn’t get any leverage, so I cut the Pex and took the whole assembly to a couple of friends who put it in a clamp and made taking it apart look so easy! Jerks! LOL!
After that, I put it all back together, lost the washers, didn’t get my fittings in tight enough, a complete disaster. To top it off, another water line I had just installed decided it needed to leak as well. Then our cordless drill decided it had had enough while I was using it. I needed to cut some of the sewer lines out to replace them, but the reciprocating saw was hiding from me. I believe it was afraid I might kill it as well.
My poor husband doesn’t do well with “an emotional wife.” And let me tell you, this “time” has been a doozy of waterworks! It’s got to be bad if I know it’s bad! I’m not usually a crier. I yell, I cuss, I get frustrated and break things, I take a walk to cool down, but I don’t really cry much. George got off work at four and came down to help me. About ten minutes in, he wrapped me in a big bear hug and let me cry. Ten minutes later, he said, honey, you need a break. Another ten minutes in, and he was ready to have me committed! I have definitely made up for the lack of tears in the last few days. LOL!
When we got home, I broke down again with Jacob. He hugged me and then cleaned the kitchen, hoping that would make me feel better. It did help. Yesterday I took a “day off.” I cleaned the house, and for some reason, that made me feel better. It might be safe to be seen in public now. Being a girl is rough! X’s & O’s.
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