Saturday, July 10, 2010
I got so much stuff done. We cleaned the house, mowed the lawn and went for a family bike ride. It felt so good. When we were all finished I was so sweaty and dirty. All I wanted to do was hit the showers.
I headed upstairs and peeled off my ripe clothes. I turned on the water and waited.... and waited.... and waited.
Nothing happened. No hot water.
I yelled down to the Mister and he went to work trying to figure out what was wrong.
I absolutely HATE being dirty and going to bed nasty was not happening for me. I couldn't put on my nasty clothes again-- eeww. I didn't want to get new clothes dirty making more work for myself.
That meant that I sat on our couch in a towel reading a book for several hours debating my options.
I could heat up water on the stove...
I could call my sister and go to her house...
I could try to brave a really really cold shower....
I could wash one part of my body at a time giving me time to warm up between parts....
None of it was sounding too appealing.
I love hot water. I really really do. It is my friend everyday.
Three hours, a little finger pointing, some pouting and several internet inquires later... we finally had hot water.
I am officially addicted to hot water. I will never take my shower for granted again. I LOVE hot water. It's that simple.
So a big thank you to the Mister for spending his time crouched over the hot water heater instead of enjoying some down time last night. I really love that guy.