The ongoing dilemma of life:
We always want what we can't have.
One of my daughters spills my bottle of nail polish remover: I get the urge to change my polish color.
I run out of milk: I want a bowl of cereal.
I'm on a diet: I crave a twinkie.
My cesspools get backed up: I want to take a long, hot shower.
Now, I seriously haven't taken a long, hot shower since my kids were born, but, once I was told I couldn't have one, I craved it like I craved a reuben when I was pregnant. It's like saying the words 'I'm on a diet.' All of a sudden, your brain tells you that your stomach wants a loaf of Italian bread slathered with butter. You'd be lying if you said that you didn't want that twinkie I mentioned (even if you've never eaten a twinkie in your entire life). It's a mind-thing and it tricks us into believing that the grass is always greener, the kids are more behaved, the food tastes better, and the house is always cleaner, on the other side.
I remember taking a mere 'birdbath' the day the cesspool failed me because my daughter had a morning soccer game. If only I knew that I would come home to a pipe in the basement spewing water, I'd have lingered a little longer in the shower that morning, shaving my legs and conditioning my hair. The Whirlpool repair man was over fixing my washing machine (yes, that was broken too) when the pipe forgot which way to send the water. My husband, that quick thinker, used my (white) towels to sop up the mess, scattering them around with his muddy work boot. The repair man helped, too, how sweet, and then informed us that it was the cesspool backing up.
Well, you trade one problem for another, I guess. Thank God, I thought, that the washing machine is fixed. At least I can do my laundry, because you know that was what I wanted to do once I was told I couldn't.
No cesspool= no water, no laundry, no long, hot shower.
My cesspools have since been fixed but we are still on light-duty when it comes to water. The man for that repair said we should just wait a few days until we do laundry or dishes.....oh, that's it? Just a few? It's only been a week now since I've used my washing machine. I guess we could turn a few pairs of socks inside out, spray our hair with dry shampoo, and eat right out of the containers in the fridge.
C'est la vie!
Like I said, you always want what you can't have. I'm sure if my sneakers wore thin, I'd want to run a marathon!