I told Jason that we had surely had enough drama to last us for awhile between two vet visits and needing to call Pee Wee, all in one day.
I was wrong. I was so very wrong.
I didn't realize at the time that we had only just gotten the drama llama going. Jason, Carter and I enjoyed a nice start to the day on Sunday morning. Late in the morning it came to our attention that there was a wet spot on the driveway. Since it hadn't rained in over a week (a nice change!) we immediately knew what this meant. Jason had only moderately gotten started with his ranting and raving when I suggested, before we even started torturing ourselves, that "maybe we should call a plumber."
I knew we weren't going to continue with his streak of taking my good advice the first time (as he did when I suggested we call Pee Wee to deal with our tree) and he proved me right. He informed me we didn't need a plumber and we definitely weren't waiting until the next day to deal with this problem. I told him plumbers were like us, vets, ER doctors, etc. and that they also worked on the weekend, for an extra fee of course. He insisted no plumber was required.
Jason collected some shovels and commenced the rotten job of digging down to the water line. Then he had to continue digging so he could find exactly where the leak was.
the last smile Jason cracked for quite awhile
We dug for an hour. Jason did 90% of the digging and I did 90% of the supervising. An uneven trade for sure but my slow progress with the shovel drives Jason crazy. The leak was identified. A junction where two pipes joined together was the culprit. Jason made the first of what would end up being many trips to Lowe's and Home Depot for supplies.
Once he returned with the necessary supplies he removed the damaged section of pipe and got everything ready to replace it. The only snag was when he went to cut the pipe down to the appropriate size his pipe cutter broke. No problem, we always keep spares of every type of tool around. Jason stormed off to find another pair of pipe cutters and then proceeded to break that set as well. By the grace of God we happened to have a third pair of pipe cutters and he managed to not break this pair and cut the pipe. We cemented everything together and proceeded to wait 30 minutes longer than the directions suggested for the cement to set.
As we waited around for the cement to set so we could turn the water back on Jason made the comment that the hard part was done, and now all that needed to happen was to fill back in around the line.
Ten hours later we were still without water and Jason finally gave up.
When we turned the water back on at the closest shut-off all was well for about ten minutes and then the whole thing blew apart again. Off Jason went again to purchase more supplies. He re-assembled everything, we again waited longer than necessary for the cement to set and were yet again rewarded with the water line blowing apart.
More trips commenced to buy even more supplies. This round I think Jason purchased every item in the plumbing section at Lowe's. If this thing broke 10 more times by God he wasn't going to have to make another trip for supplies. That was a good move since we continued to have to rebuild this section of water line in our own pathetic version of the movie Groundhog Day.
When everything blew apart the third time the destruction didn't end at the original break. It went a few feet back to the next shut-off where the water line went up to our house. So now we didn't have water to the back half of the farm or our house. We were even worse off than when we started.
At this point Carter and I were hiding in our waterless house while Jason continued his Groundhog Day with the water line and proceeded to have an epic (and deserved) meltdown. No need to have a replay of our Christmas Fail with Carter.
Carter thought it was cool that he wasn't going to take a bath that night. Why mommy? Because we don't have any water. Carter thought it was fun to go out in a pasture to pee and poopie. Why mommy? Because we don't have any water. Carter thought it was great that I heated up some hot dogs and chicken nuggets in the microwave instead of making him eat vegetables and grown up food for dinner. Why mommy? Because we don't have any water. The next morning when he got up his first question was if we had water? Sadly the answer was no.
After reassembling everything for a fourth time Jason gave up, a mere ten hours after we were "almost done." He didn't even try to turn the water back on and told me he had called the plumber and he was going to come at 8:30 in the morning (I didn't mention that I had made this very suggestion ten hours previously . . . ). You can imagine how filthy we were but of course we couldn't take a shower. Jason went to the front barn and used the hot water in the wash rack. I wasn't about to take a shower in the wash rack when the standing air temperature was 45 degrees so I went to bed dirty.
The next morning we fed horses and hauled water from the front of the farm to the back of the farm. The plumber arrived. Jason, with his hands shaking hands from post traumatic stress, turned the water back on to our house and the back of the farm.
Everyone stood a respectful distance away from our repaired water line waiting for the geyser.
I was sent to the back barn and told to turn on one of the taps and let the water run for a few minutes, then turn it off.
We turned all of the taps on and off several times.
The plumber, in a confused voice, asked why we had called him out. I couldn't tell if Jason was elated or fuming mad. I think he was both. We made the plumber wait for awhile to make SURE things were really working ok. Finally we paid him $100 for staring at our repaired water line and he left. It was money well spent in my opinion.
To summarize, we had a three day run where we had:
1. Two vet visits for two different horses in one day
2. One massive tree down over a fence
3. One chainsaw stuck in said tree 4 times
4. One call to our buddy Pee Wee to deal with said tree
5. Two broken water lines (although we originally only had one)
6. 21 hours without water to the back half of the farm
7. 13 hours without water to our house
8. Five trips to Lowes and Home Depot
9. Two broken pipe cutters
10. One shower in the wash rack of the barn
11. Three trips to a pasture so Carter could pee and poopie outside
12. One load of clothes that required three cycles of heavy wash
13. One cancelled debit card due to fraudulent charges (yes, I didn't even have time to type out this part)
I think we should be good for awhile on drama and pain in the butt type stuff for awhile. At least I hope we're good for awhile.
Murphy and Sam were having a big time
Calimba and Cuffie
Kennedy and Donovan
Oskar and Rubrico
Ritchie and Trigger
Gus and Silver
Leo, Moe, Hemi and Apollo
Good grief Melissa. That sounds like torture for you and your husband. And I thought our backed up septic tank and now our broken washing machined spelled trouble. Peanuts compared to what you have had to go through. On the good side, you were able to discover it before it got even worse. You two are troopers!
Was the pipe itself breaking, or were the joints themselves giving out? Frustrating! So far the biggest issue I've had with underground pipes (knock on wood) was with my irrigation system--thankfully not the house water!
I was hoping for a photo of "Pee Wee".
Ouuuuu i can not even imagine! with all that bad stuff going on you guys should have nothing but blue skies for a while.
I was hoping for a pic of Pee-Wee too, LOL!
I sincerely hope you have a relaxing holiday, and a relaxing few months after for that matter. ;)
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