First it was the drip drip from the bathtub faucet. No, wait, months ago there was the drip from the kitchen sink, which required a very expensive repair. Then last week, or two weeks ago, there was the bathtub leak. And then an attempted repair, which led to a lake on the kitchen floor (on the opposite side of the wall from the bathroom). At first we thought the kitchen lake was coming from the dishwasher, and called the dishwasher repair guy, but then realized that the leak only happened when we took showers. Oh, and then the toilet started to screech each time it flushed, with the water pipe connected to the wall doing a little drip drip of its own.
I was pretty sure we were going to drown.
The leaks also seemed to coincide with the constant rain, which caused the bathroom door to swell and have its own panic attack where it tried to jump out of its skin. Really, we kept having to jiggle the door back into its skin in order to close it. Mom took on the project and took the door off its hinges, glued it back together, and put it back in place. I am not handy in that way. I can put together any kind of IKEA furniture, but the door didn’t come with a handy dandy diagram for me to follow, so I was at a loss.
So, the door was fixed, but not the leaks, which only got worse.
I may have written about this before, but I have a phobia of strange men coming into my apartment. Phobia is too light of a word. I would be hiding under my bed, if there weren’t containers of old clothes stored under there, leaving only enough room for Cricket to squeeze in. So, when the maintenance guys came to check on the leaks, I pulled the dogs into my room and shut the door. I’m supposed to be an adult who can manage basic household responsibilities, but in this case, I can’t. The dogs begged to be let out so that they could bark at the invaders in person and tell them what for. But I just stayed in my room, shaking, and waiting for it to be over.
But it wasn’t over, and we had to call the plumber, and then the maintenance guys came back. We have two maintenance men at our co-op, one is quiet and unassuming, and the other is very very loud, smokes cigars, and likes to blame everything on anyone else. It was the loud one who came over to argue with the plumber about what needed to be done. I couldn’t quite make out what anyone was saying from my hiding place, but I could hear the shouting, and it made me regress even further. I don’t do well with shouting.
I really should move the plastic containers out from under my bed, in case this comes up again.
After an hour or two of shouting and futzing around, it was decided that we just had the wrong faucet in the bathtub, and Mom was sent out to get a new one, which, fingers crossed, seems to have solved the problem. For now. The squeaking toilet is going to stay as it is, because the plumber said that repairing it would be prohibitively expensive and we’d be better off waiting for it to die and then replacing it.
The dogs had a great time barking at all of the foot traffic in and out of the apartment, and received an inordinate number of chicken treats in a failed attempt to pacify them. My only consolation is that now I can go back to showering without worrying that I’m creating the next great flood. I was really worried, because I don’t have an ark, and I have no idea how to make one. I’ve never even seen an ark in the IKEA catalog.
My sympathies and empathies…I’m dealing with repairs myself and it’s so stressful!
Miss Cricket is waiting for her next opportunity to bark. She loves it!
Sounds like one of mine. Barks at people, birds, shadows, wind…
Plumbing repairs….horrible. Our water heater died. Cold showers for 2 days (I know–tragic, right?). Well, the installer came. And then the city inspector came. We failed the inspection. Husband had to call the installer back. Redo. Pass. So glad I was at work because I would have been the one shouting. My husband remains unruffled…Ellie looks adorable.
I would have volunteered to pick up poop for every dog in the neighborhood just to get out of dealing with the plumber.
I am grieved that it is so difficult to have men in your space, though I understand a little. I hope all is fixed and you can regain some sense of safety at home.
Fingers crossed we’ll have some peace for a little while.
I love the humor in this post. And I also hide, along with my cats, whenever someone comes to my home. LOL Leaks in the home are definitely no fun though.
Do the cats let you hide under the bed? Because Cricket is very territorial about her hiding spots.
Lol yes, and my one cat will lick my hands when he’s afraid. He does the same thing when there’s a thunderstorm. Also, my two indoor cats don’t normally get along but when they are afraid they will share hiding places lol.
That’s so sweet!
Thank goodness the leaks are under control. Pity about the screeching toilet.
The screeching is really annoying because it makes me worry, every time, that new strangers are on their way to my bathroom.
Oh! Plumbing problems are terrible. So bad and the strangers in and out of the house and bathroom. KMN! PoorCricket at least she was defending her territory.
Cricket is fierce!
Good for her!
Such a crazy process, I hate it all too and glad you survived)
Thank you! I had Cricket to protect me!
The only thing anyone in this house knows about plumbing is how to shut the water off for the whole house.
And how could that go wrong?
Very clever, engaging story telling. You kept me moving forward, wanting to know what happened next. And I love your unexpected ark ending! So glad I’m following your blog, Rachel!
Thank you so much!
I can see the repair bills mounting. Good luck with the squeaky toilet….
Water leaks are the worst. We had a second story tub leak through a downstairs water fixture…still not certain we got that one fully sorted out!
I don’t like strangers entering the place I live either. I live alone in a rented flat, but it’s my personal space and it has my things. I don’t want anyone else to be part of that.
I worry that people are judging my lack of decorating skills, or how infrequently I vacuum. It just feels so invasive.
I hope your water woes are soon over. My dog would love to hide under the bed, but she would need to go on a diet first. Instead she hides under the desk or she is on the alert for an open closet door so she can hide out in the closet. Cricket seems like a great pal.
Cricket likes very small spaces. When she got to be too big to fit between two bookcases she grumped at me for a year!
One of my pet hates: leaks! Sorry you’re afflicted by all this stress!
Wow, big problems indeed. I hope they are all doing okay now.
One of the few things we discovered after moving here was a good plumber. A local young man, very respectful, efficient and reliable, and charges a fair price too. He is worth his weight in gold. But your story of having to hide in your room from the men was powerful, and I could sense that somewhat irrational fear. I hope you can overcome that one day.
Best wishes, Pete.
Ugh! I have two friends dealing with this right now.
How annoying. We have an extension roof leaking onto the kitchen table; and a boiler that has leaked onto the carpet beneath it. I have decided that I would rather smell a wet dog than a wet carpet
Just imagine wet dog us wet carpet wrapped in one!
Nothing worse than a water leak. We had one under the bathroom floor in the cottage. problem was it was quarry tiles so they had to be chipped out. The guy who came left us with a hole in the floor, no solution and said his mate would be back next day! Good job it wasn’t the toilet then! Matey came and sorted the problem……. guy one had gone in the wrong direction anyway. Leak found, new joints put in pipe work, and false board put under the bathroom vanity in case another one happened. What a pain.
My sister had a major problem with her shower though, and it wasn’t discovered until after her new kitchen had been fitted. Result? That shower was never allowed to be used, though if it had been our house, we would have moved said shower and put the sink in its place diverting the pipework and putting new to the shower unit. That was twenty years ago and Sis has sold her house now, so it’s someone else’s problem.
Oh my goodness!
Your post made me laugh at old houses. They are lovely, but something’s always leaking, collapsing, peeling etc. We see way too many repairman. May you stay dry!! Blessings.
Sure hope that does the trick for you. While I am out of work I have undertaken home repair projects, including recaulking both bathrooms, replacing doorknobs with when-we-get-old-and-can’t-turn-a-round-knob lever handles, and reconnecting the garage door opener signal with the car and both remotes. Currently deciding on my next project. Oh yes, figuring out how to open up the slow-running tub drain that 2 plumbers haven’t been able to fix. I have an idea…
Oh my goodness! I am thoroughly impressed!
Thanks. I got the tub unstopped today, too!
Have you considered searching for a female plumber?
That would be perfect!
Oh, sometimes it is such a drag not to have a reliable person around who knows things. I would bet that the toilet can be fixed with a new set of “guts”. When one of ours whines or squeaks or seems to never stop flushing, my husband just goes and gets new innards. I don’t know the workings of a toilet, but there is rubber and rubber seals in there and they wear out and start hissing and things. He just replaces them and then our toilets go back to be quiet and they flush. I’m not sure I believe your plumber, but whatch gonna do, right?
Hiding under the bed seems like a good plan to me.
If that works for ya! 🙂
What?? No arks in the IKEA catalog!?? I thought they had everything. Ugh. I HATE leaks because in our case a NON-visible leak in a ceiling and wall ended up making our whole family very VERY sick (and even our dog). Not good.
I think I’d get busy finding ark instructions on the internet 🙂
Seriously! And there are a lot of trees around here to work with…
Today we had people come on our property to trim trees for the electric company. We knew they were going to come, but not when. Your reaction to strangers in your home really hit home with me – I lost my shit when I looked outside and saw strangers cutting pieces off MY TREES!!!!!!! I was so angry I was shaking. I’m not sure if it wouldn’t have been better had I hid in the closet. 😦 THEN, every time I had to go out, which was several times, they were blocking my driveway! I’d like to build a huge fence but apparently they have a right to do this. Made me grumpy for the entire day.
I wish I could get angry, but thank God Miss Cricket is here to be angry for me.
I can remember, growing up, fixing the bathroom toilet in the basement, where we kids had our bedrooms. I used parts from my little brother’s Hydraulic Erector set. Such fun!
I was single for a lot of years, and I hated having repairmen in the apartment, also. Nobody to run interference for me, and I’d be totally shaking by the time they left. Somehow, it’s easier in the house (26th wedding anniversary, today), even when Al’s gone for a little while, while the repairs are being done. Although he prefers to supervise, which is fine by me. 😀
The erector set! I need one of those!
I don’t do well with shouting either.
I do most work myself. My house was built in 1900. My side was remodeled before my son bought the house. His side had some things done but needs a remodel. We have had a clogged main drain.So I went down to take plug off main drain to snake the clog. Whomever put that plug in put it in backwards, I have been working trying to get off. So I been heating it pounding it counter clockwise to get it off and from the pounding my whole drain from my toilet to main is leaking. Looks like it is as old as the house. So now I am having to replace my whole pipe from toilet to main drain.Can’t try to get plug out until that is done first. I am the same about strange people working in the house so that’s why I do most of work myself. I get anxiety with shouting .
I wish I could overcome my anxiety about doing home repair jobs, because competing anxieties are complicated and frustrating.
Rachel, you have a fantastic sense of humour and I loved your references to IKEA especially: “I was really worried, because I don’t have an ark, and I have no idea how to make one. I’ve never even seen an ark in the IKEA catalog.”
We’ve had our own ark issues over here. Although we live on the coast, we’ve also been experiencing the effects of the drought which is affecting much of NSW and farmers are really doing it tough. Well, during the week, the heavens opened and something like our annual rainfall fell in a few days. At times, it felt like our house could metamorphose into Noah’s Ark and float off it’s foundations and out to sea, which isn’t too far away. However, the sun has come out this afternoon. It is such a relief as the heavy rain had almost put me into a coma. I should be making the most of it this afternoon and taking the dogs for a walk and making my physio happy but I’m back into my PJs and thinking about baking some biscuits instead.
Humph…the stick on my keyboard has now been joined by an intriguing looking tennis ball with a perfect circle scrunched out of it and the remaining fur feels full of broken bones. I think this ball was new this morning. I don’t know why tennis balls made for pets aren’t made Tonka tough.
Oh, gee, we’re going through the same thing! After 22 years in the same house, every faucet has started dripping. Hubby went to repair, and the turn-offs under the sink are frozen in place. Time to call the plumber! He told us he had been on the crew when it was a new build. Well, that didn’t instill a lot of confidence! He did say it was because of the cheap stuff the developer and the contractor used, though, and he was surprised we got away with it so many years. What I told my husband was, it’s just a washer, right? Not really LOL after the +$1,000 we’ll be spending.
Oh, bless your heart (and I mean that in the nicest way, not the snarky way). I also have anxiety whenever strangers come into the house. Perhaps not as much as you, but I can relate, on some level. And the amount of stress this was with all the different related plumbing problems! I’m glad you have everything straightened out and I’m glad your dogs were ready to bark and give those peeps what for! What a nightmare!
Cricket is teaching Ellie to be a wonderful guard dog!
Through it all, you kept your sense of humor to liven up my day! Thank you, Rachel. 🙂