It has been raining a lot lately.
I am one of those people who loves the rain if they are at home, but hates it if they have to drive in it.
Today it was raining, and I was at home enjoying being at home while it was raining.
And because I take showers at nighttime because I adore the feeling of being clean in bed, I wake up in the morning with a crazy head of curly hair that I just don't want to deal with. And to get rid of this craziness, it is just so much easier to put my head under the faucet and start all wet and new again.
On this particular day I wasn't feeling up to wetting my hair with the cold sink faucet water because I was already feeling cold, and I didn't want to waste water by re-showering.
So I decided to just use the front bathtub faucet to get nice, warm, comfortable water to tame my mangled mane.
Let me first mention that this particular shower/bathtub hasn't been used by our household for possibly several years because the water pipe is so old and corroded that we cannot fully shut off the water. So it leaks. And leaks. And leaks. (This leaves us with a very costly water bill.)
And each time you use it? It gets worse. Also, the knob is independent from the little thing that actually shuts off the valve, so the handle spins. Although, if you are able to put the right pressure onto it, it will somewhat lessen the water flow.
But today I was feeling like taking my chances because my warm-water options were slim.
So I twist the knobs to create the perfect temperature, and stick my head under and enjoy the warm water pouring into my hair and down the sides of my face.
I am all cozy and relaxed, and I am SO glad that I did this.
Satisfied, I wring out and twist my hair up into a little towel hat, and push and turn the separated knob to shut off the water.
And I turn, and I turn, and I turn.
This water is so not turning off.
Panic sets in.
Panic-stricken, I go in search of a wrench or some sort of grabby tool to twist the water off with.
But me and my little towel head find nothing, and go back to trying to turn the knob manually.
The last thing I want to do is tell mother about this, seeing that her and I both know that this shower is off limits.
So I come up with a plan.
I will nonchalantly go out into the garage and ask Mom if she knows where a wrench might be. No big deal, I just need a wrench, nothing eyebrow-raising or suspicious. That won't raise any questions, right?
I decide to act out this plan, and I open the garage door to see my mom and her best friend Monica chatting.
"Hey mom, do you know where a wrench is?"
"Look on the chest in the living room."
I go look, and no wrench.
"It's not there."
"Look on the washing maschine."
"It's not there."
"What do you need a wrench for?"
"Um.... Well I just turned on the faucet in the front bathtub for a second to get my hair wet and I need it to turn off the water."
"Usually I don't have a problem turning it off!"
"You know we aren't supposed to be using that shower at all!"
"I know... But it was warm."
She groans and pushes past me to go try and shut off the water.
I stay in the living room with Monica and listen to my Mother's grunts of frustration with the faucet.
Then suddenly, there are sounds of a series of things falling, water flowing freely, and lastly, a scream, "MONICA!"
Monica and I look at each other with frantic faces, and Monica goes sprinting down the hall, with me at her heels.
Mother broke the faucet while trying to fix the faucet, and now water was spraying all throughout our small crowded bathroom in an indoor rain sort of way. I am expecting her to explode with anger, but she does not.
I am so thankful that she isn't the type to yell and scream and blame.
Although at this moment I feel that I deserve it.
She asks Monica to hold up the plastic container to contain the water while she goes outside to shut off the water.
Several minutes later, she comes inside all spotted with rain and looks at me with hope in her eyes, "Did it shut off?" But it was still spilling out just the same, and when I had told her this she shrunk down and stomped with frustration then headed back outside.
Minutes later, the same thing happens.
"Did it shut off?"
Now she is gone for a while, so I go outside to seek her out, and I see that she has gone over to get the neighbor for help (he has been our neighbor for many years, and he is a sweet oldish man with a cantankerous wife who lives in her pajamas). The two of them (my mother and the neighbor) are crouched next to each other at the front of our house, gazing into the gaping hole in the sidewalk which contains the water valves and other important housely things.
I decide to go back inside, and suddenly, the water shuts off.
Leaps of joy!
As soon as door begins to open, I shout, "It shut off! It shut off!"
Then I see her.
And she is soaked, and she is unhappy. And it is all my fault.
I sheepishly mumble "I'm really sorry," to which she replies, "It's okay." And then pushes past me to go look at the faucet. "You're going to have to go get Dylan, because I need to go buy a gasket to fix this."
Normally I would groan and reluctantly go, but at this moment I was so happy that I could do something that might possibly make up for the fiasco I had caused her. "Okay, I'll go right now!"
"It's the least I can do!"
And then there are giggles.
By the time I got back, she had already fixed the faucet. Like seriously fixed it. It wasn't the kind of fix that restored it to it's previous leaky condition, it was a complete fix, with no leakiness at all.
I do love this about my mother, she can do all kinds of guy handy stuff.
This is a quality I dearly wish I had, but unfortunately, It just didn't make it through the gene pool.
Later that night she and I are sitting on the couch together watching TV as she knits, and suddenly she stops knitting and looks over at me, "You know, I fixed that faucet better than your dad did. It's not even leaking or anything."
"Yeah, I know, that's awesome."
"Do you know what that means?"
"You have saved us a lot of money by breaking our faucet."
"You are welcome mother, you are welcome."