We woke up this morning feeling very smug. It was 7:15 and Griffin was still asleep. My smugness was directly related to this:
In an attempt to quash the 5:30 wakeups, we got Griffin his own clock. I covered up the last 2 numbers, and put that little sign on it, and told him that if he wakes up and the clock says 1,2,3,4 or 5, that it's still night, and time to go back to sleep. However, if he wakes up and the clock says 6,7,8, or 9(ha!) he can get up. The first night we tried it, he woke up at 5:30, cried for a few minutes, and then went back to sleep till 6:30....a huge improvement! Then last night, he woke up again at 5:30, and went right back to sleep.
So like I said, when I woke up at 7:15, I was feeling pretty smug about my clever idea and my soundly sleeping child.
My happy proud parent self got a hearty smack in the face when I stepped into the kitchen to make coffee and walked into a lake. In the kitchen.
Turns out the tap that was "leaking" last night when we went to bed was doing a little bit more than leaking. It was flowing heartily. There was water all over the kitchen counter, behind the stove, in the back hallway, and as I later discovered, in the basement where it had leaked through the floor to puddle around the furnace. Awesome!
So now my kitchen looks like this:
After an hour on the phone, customer service is sending the replacement part we need. It'll be here in 3-7 business days. Awesome. The water in the whole house is off, because I can't get the hot water right at the tap to turn off. Super awesome. I've spent the morning under the sink (Steve is away today) trying to take the old tap out, because damned if we're waiting 3-7 days for a kitchen sink. Despite the body pillow, lying under the sink it hardly comfortable at 39 weeks pregnant. I also had to pull the stove out from the wall...the stove which hasn't been pulled out from the wall since we moved in....NOT awesome! More like nasty, nasty, NASTY! Good thing I could go into LABOUR any minute now...might be hard to have a home birth if there's no WATER in the house!
And that concludes my rant. Now that I've had my say (not to mention a cold cup of tea and the rest of the peppermint bark that my friend dropped off yesterday) I'm going back under the sink to see if I can't deal get the old tap out, so I can go buy a new one, install it, and turn the water back on sometime before bath time tonight. I've already decided we're going out for dinner. And I may just leave the mess behind the stove for the cleaning lady tomorrow. I AM 39 weeks pregnant after all, and can only do so much!
(P.S. Griffin slept till the clock turned 8, so I still rock!)