Suburban Goddess

So, about that post from yesterday…

I woke up at 4:00 am to the sound of my bathtub water running.  Since Alex is with her father and I’m lying in my bed, I’m a little freaked out.  (My dog DOES have the ability to open doors, but I seriously doubted that he decided to take a bubble bath at 4:00 am.)  I crept quietly around the corner, not quite sure if I’d rather see a busted pipe or a burglar taking a bath.  The water was steadily running… but not in the bathtub.

This is where a man would come in REAL handy.

I immediately went into panic mode… the water was already creeping beneath the low sheetrock wall into my carpet.  It’s moments like this you suddenly understand the importance of batteries, because every flashlight I had was dead.  As I ran around the house looking for a screwdriver to remove the plate, I heard the water start running faster.  It was this very moment when “I can do it myself” flew right out the window.  The question now was, “Who do I call at 4am?”

So I dialed the only man I’ve ever been able to depend on without fail.  I called my Daddy.

Immediately he told me to turn off my main water valve.

Okay! (Um…where is it?)

A few moments later, after going to the street with a pair of channel locks and a pen flashlight, hands full of mud and a wild look in my eyes, the water stopped pouring into my bathroom.  I finally found a plumber to come out and repair the busted valve (after he cut a monster hole in my sheetrock), and was handed a $300 bill for something that took all of 10 minutes to fix.

I chalk this up to my complete arrogance yesterday, looking into the eyes of God defiantly and saying, “I CAN DO THIS MYSELF!”

To which He swiftly responded, “Oh yeah?”

Okay!  I get it!

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