We haven’t had water since Friday night.
Well, that’s not entirely true. We have a LITTLE water…it’s basically just a sad little trickle coming out of the taps. The toilet still flushes, which is a definite plus, and showers are possible if you’re really patient and also don’t mind not actually feeling all that clean afterward (ugh), but doing laundry and running the dishwasher are both on the no-go list currently.
Have I mentioned before that I usually save all the laundry, heavy-duty cooking and resultant heavy-duty dish-washing for weekends? Well…I do. And now I can’t do the mountain of laundry that has piled up, or do any serious cooking because trying to wash greasy dishes by hand with no water pressure is not my idea of a good time.
I also can’t leave to go get my grocery shopping done (which is my Sunday-morning ritual. The week’s sale flyer goes into effect on Sunday so the store hasn’t had a chance to run out of stuff yet. Plus, if I go early enough I don’t have to deal with very may other people, which is A++ awesome and worth getting up early for), because the landlord told me the maintenance guy would be here “first thing” this morning, quoting me a time of 8am. It’s now 8:30 and there’s no sign of the maintenance guy (who lives like five minutes up the road).
So basically, my whole weekend routine has been shot to shit. This probably wouldn’t phase most people but it makes me twitchy and anxious. I get all messed up and switched into “well I can’t do X, Y and Z like I want, so I might as well not do ANYTHING productive” mode, which is neither helpful nor easy for me to break out of once I’m there. I’m fighting that mode at the moment by writing this, by making my grocery list, by going around picking up laundry and sorting it so that when the water is (oh god please) fixed later I can start right in on washing.
Oh good, the maintenance guy just pulled in. There’s hope yet for my sanity…