On Monday, Rick left for one of his work trips. That night, after a looooong day of running errands and then taking Olivia around (in the POURING rain, no less) to sell cake pops to benefit the Idaho Humane Society, I came home to the sound of running water.
I searched the house, inside and out, for any faucet that I hoped had been left on, or a toilet that I prayed was stuck running. No such luck. Yep. You can see where this is headed.
After finding no running water anywhere, I called Rick for some advice. He asked me to open the crawl space and shine a flashlight around to see if I could find any leaking pipes. As I opened the space, I was greeted with this:
Rick called our landlord and was able to arrange for a plumber to come over immediately. The plumber determined that our water main had broken and the water was bubbling up from underground. We borrowed our neighbor's water-main-valve-shut-off-doohickey (that's the technical term) and, under the advice of the plumber, turned the water on each day just long enough to shower, then turn it off for the rest of the day so that there would be as little additional water accumulation as possible.
For two days, I woke up at the crack of dawn to put on my boots and work gloves and trudge out into the rain to turn on the water, then repeated the process to turn it off for the rest of the day. I filled the tub and every sink with water so that we could wash hands and flush the toilet.
By Wednesday afternoon, the issue was fixed. I was especially proud of myself and the kids for coping with the inconvenience, and patted myself on the back when the plumbers came to pump the water out, only to find that it had dried up! Our careful usage paid off, and made the repairs much easier. But we still had this going on:
In addition to having a hefty supply of food on hand, we're counseled to have water stored up in case of an emergency. However, our family's response to this guidance has been inconsistent and half-hearted.
For example, we have a bunch of five-gallon jugs for water that we keep in the garage. Each time we move, we empty them with the intent to refill them at the new house. We've never had to use them. Ever. So we didn't place any priority on refilling them with this move. They've just sat empty since June. If we had just bothered to re-fill the water jugs, this whole week would have been so much easier.
Having been brought to repentance, for Family Home Evening tomorrow, we're going to update our 72-hour kits and fill up our water jugs! Because if this happens on a larger scale, we'll be ready. And we'll kick that emergency's trash.