It has been pretty quiet here at the Jones house. Limited drama. Everyone settled into their own personal routine. In my mind, I am thinking, “we are so kicking this quarantine shit” and then, well, life happened.
In between classes yesterday, Bryce took a shower. When he emerged, he said, “the shower was not hot”. Now, I know what you are thinking. That because he is male, they are known for their long showers. He was on a time crunch to make it to his next class, so that was not the case. Brian and I looked at each other like, “Oh, hell no” and he goes down to check on the hot water heater which happens to be twelve years old. The longevity is about that long, so I am in the mindset we are headed for a new one. But, is there anyone open to do that? Will we spend the rest of this timeout taking cold showers?
Brian comes back up to report that the pilot light was out, and he got it to reignite. I exhale. About 45 minutes later, my spouse is getting ready for work and shares the unfortunate news that the pilot light is out again which resulted in his shower being a tad icy. Sigh. I call one plumber who has closed due to this bitchy virus. The next business, praise Jesus, was up and running. They could have someone to the house within an hour.
The humorous part was Bailey. I had asked him if his shower was hot the night before. Why am I asking him? His showers lasts a good hour because while it is running, he is literally having a concert. Music blaring while he is dancing in front of the mirror. His response was “It was hot, but not really hot”. What does that mean? Anyway, Brian informed him that a plumber would be coming, so he would need to clean up his living room area. You know, so the man could actually get to the utility room. I came down a few minutes later to find him doing nothing. I tell him to start cleaning up and I am greeting with his resting bitch face look. Whatever. Do you know what is blocking the path? The air mattress. If you have been following my blogs, you know my issues with this particular inanimate object. This is the second one I have bought. It has so many punctures, he reinflates it every thirty minutes. To say he looked inconvenienced by my request, would be an understatement.
If I could have hugged this plumber, when he arrived, I would have, but that is now socially unacceptable and a little creepy, since we just met. He was literally down there 5 minutes and shared that he got the pilot light back on and it is staying lit. I wanted to give him a high-five, but again, socially unacceptable. He did tell me that if it continues, it will be time to replace it. Just as I suspected. Praying that it lasts until we are all free to roam the planet as we used to. Before he left, he gave me a quote for a new hot water heater along with not charging me for the visit.
So far, the hot water is accessible. I might have bragged about my amazing hot shower to Bryce. He might have glared at me. Don’t be a hater, kid. Adulting is hard.
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