The Water Situation

Sunday, 6:30pm—

I was doing the laundry, and cleaning up the apartment. I went to put the 2nd load in when I noticed the washing machine would not turn on. I then tried all the faucets, no water. When Matt came home from church he saw water gushing out of the ground in front of our building.


We tried calling the emergency maintenance line first, but no one would answer. We then called the city, and they said they couldn't fix it since it was on private property and they couldn't reach the maintenance line either.

So, the Morrison's graciously opened up their home for us to stay the night. I jokingly told Mr. Morrison "it looks like we're going to stay a week with this big luggage, but I promise it's only 1 night." Or so I thought....

Monday, 8:20am—

After Matt dropped me off at work, he went by the apartment to check on the progress. Water was still gushing out into the street 14 HOURS later! He waited till the main office opened up, and that was the first time they had heard about this problem. They told Matt it will be fixed that day.

Monday, 5:15pm—

When we got home, we were both expecting the problem to be fixed, but to our surprise, nothing had been fixed. Nothing. We went over to the main office and were told it will be fixed that evening. Ok, I can deal with that.

We went out and had a nice dinner, then drove around looking for a new place to live (hah!). We went to target to use their restrooms, and then headed home.

Monday, 8:00pm—

Water. still. pouring. out. onto. the. street!!!! NO WAY!!!! Let me just fill you in on the weather conditions at this point. Hurricane. The winds, the rain pelting you, an umbrella would be a joke to use. No lighting though. We run inside the apartment and we don't make it past the entry way because it smells so strongly of gas. It smelt like someone came into our apartment with a bottle of fuel and poured it all over the place. We left the apartment, back in the rain, and I lose it. I am crying, I am yelling, I am saying things a minister's wife shouldn't say, I am FURIOUS.

We leave and go back to the Morrison's home to stay the night.

Tuesday, 8:30am—

Matt went over to the apartment before going to work. He said there is mud in all the sinks and the toilet was full of mud. Good sign! We have water again! Now lets back track a few days to when I discovered that we didn't have water. I had just put a load of whites into the wash, and put the soap in. I asked Matt to run that wash, not really thinking. He goes "oh man, mud just poured out onto all the clothes." All the white. clothes. At this point i'm laughing. I mean, could things really get any worse?

They can...and they did.

Tuesday, 5:30pm—

I'm cooking some pasta, to celebrate the fact that we have water again, and Matt was finishing up the loads of laundry that were put on hold. I just finished cooking, prepared the plates and put them on the table. As I sit down at the table, I hear Matt say "oh...that doesn't look good." I thought it was a bug or something. I ask what is was. He said "there is water going down the wall beside the dryer." %&!*#! What?!


Not only is water going down the wall, it is pocketing inside the drywall like a big blister. I don't laugh this time. I was too angry and hungry to deal with it, so I eat my meal. Matt on the other hand, being the sweet husband he is, went down to the office to let them know of this problem, since the emergency maintenance line still does not work. I then have another meltdown and cry my way through Glee. (Which was amazing by the way!)

Maintenance workers were in our apartment till 7:30 last night and give us the dreadful news. He has turned off the water heater and drained all the water. They told us when the water was turned back on, the force was so strong it cracked the water heater. We were told it should be fixed by 1pm Wednesday. I'm not jumping for joy until I get my hour long (yes an hour) hot shower. I want my fingers to be like raisins!

Here's to hoping we have hot water when we get home tonight!

I'll end this post by a quote from Christmas Vacation. Although it isn't Christmas, it fits this story so well. By Clark W. Giswald, "Honey, how can this get any worse? We're standing at the threshold of HELL!"