The house falls into decay. Every. Single. Time.
Last year, Mo and I bought our first house. We love it. A little 1940s Cape Cod, it’s the perfect size for our little family. And all the relatives who are over quite regularly. Plus the college students we have over for Sabbath lunch each month.
It’s a sturdy little house. It impressed the home inspector quite a bit when we were going through escrow. We definitely could have purchased much worse in our budget, but would have been hard pressed to do much better.
That said, the house is old. And as with all old houses, issues creep up. When they do, though, it always seems to be while Mo is traveling.
In April, while Mo recorded something for 3ABN in Illinois, the bathtub faucet flew off the wall. Did I mention his parents were visiting at the same time? Fortunately, with a little help from YouTube, we got it back into place alright. Maybe.
Then in June, while Mo drove stakes into the ground at Cedar Lake during Camp Pitch, the hose to the faucet in the kitchen went bad and caused a major leak. My sister-in-law and I (again with the aid of YouTube and a quick trip to Lowe’s) were able to get it back in working order.
Which brings me to tonight. My sister-in-law (she stays with us a couple nights each week) told me the floor in the basement was wet. From what? I still haven’t figured it out. I put a call into a church member who is also a plumber, hoping he can help us figure out if this is another DIY fix (or if that bathtub faucet resolution may have been more of a foil than a fix…).
These are the “joys” of home ownership, right? Except I’m totally the millennial who dragged her feet into buying a house. This is a good illustration of why. Oh for the days when I just had to call management and they repaired the problems for me!
Which is what makes the absence of my husband that much more painful. Of course I miss his company when he’s gone. But I also miss a second brain and pair of hands to help solve the problem at hand. Yes, I’m totally able and capable of figuring these things out, but it sure is nice to have someone to share the burden with.
I can’t wait for Mo to comes home, so that things can stop falling apart. And in the meaning time, here’s hoping things hold together for just a little while longer. Because I’d sure prefer passing the time he’s away in play than combatting decay.
