Years ago my now deceased husband and I agreed to move into the family farm house. He requested that we update the bathtub to a whirlpool tub. I agreed. After all, we were moving from a brand new home to an outdated old farm house. We had a crew come in and redo the bathroom floors with tile. The result was not perfect but it was nicer than what I had.
Then the trouble began. Our exchange students did laundry non stop. They were teenage girls. One day I went down to the basement and found it almost underwater. I thought a pipe was leaking. We pumped out all the water. We called out the plumber and he said a fitting was not flush. He said it was all better.
I discovered a few weeks later that it was not all good. My kitchen floor started buckling. We called over a friend and he put down a new tile floor in the kitchen. Now I felt relieved.
The next year we got two more exchange students. They were rough and tumble boys. That same year my husband had to have a tumor removed from his pancrease. That same year the floor in the boys room went to shit. A man that is buying a house from me came in and redid the floor. He told me that a pipe under the bathtub was just flowing freely but he fixed it for me.
The next year my husband was going through renal failure. I did not understand it all. He would go to the bath room several times a night. One night the bathroom tiles cracked and he fell through.
Chuck has been gone almost two years now. I just recently had the house leveled. I experienced a cracked pipe in that floorless bathroom but just don’t use the sink.
Today I came home from work and thought I heard something. I checked to make sure the washer was not running. I found a huge leak in that floorless bathroom. The plumber is here now. They charge $75 to come out and $120 per hour plus parts and by the way that whirlpool tub does not work anymore.
I could be bummed about this spell of adulting but instead I am grateful that I am getting some much needed things worked out. Say a prayer with me that this does not exhaust my Oh Shit fund. More about financial planning on another day.
Toodles.
Update: My hero fixed the problem in under 2 hours.
Dinky on the Farm 