wocket in my pocket

Looking for the unexpected in the mundane.

Not Your Average Weekend

on January 18, 2015

So we have been out of water for a few days. Our hick-town water company is working hard to find the problem, but meanwhile we walk to the faucets multiple times a day and turn them on. Nothing. Last night a company volunteer called and explained that there was no water coming out of the spring; they had been digging all day to try to find the problem; the earth may have shifted in the freezing weather and redirected the water. It wasn’t especially reassuring, but we still had drinking water because as soon as we noticed it starting to trickle, we swiftly filled dishpans and pitchers. Happily Addy had just gotten out of the tub and didn’t remember to drain it, so we could dip out of that for flushing the toilet.

Still. This morning Gabe had to go to work with just a spit bath. I didn’t begrudge him the half gallon of water he used, but there was no way I could get five children presentable for church with the remaining half gallon.

I told the little guys to eat cereal while I gathered up their good clothes and shoes to go over to my parents’ house for baths before church. Olivia objects to cereal. She wanted to fry an egg for herself but I said, “No extra dishes. We can’t wash them.” So she ended up going to church with only a banana to sustain her.

After the service, we came home, checked the spigots. Nothing again. We couldn’t wash hands or dishes or laundry. I had enough. Okay, kids, let’s gather up our stuff and go over to Doddy’s house again. Gregory collected all the dirty laundry. Addy whined about being hungry, so I gave her an apple while I assembled food for our lunch. I knew there was little in my mom’s fridge because they have been away for awhile. Olivia whined about being hungry. Eat an apple. But I don’t like apples. Well then you just have to be hungry until the lunch is served. She settled for another banana.

Meanwhile Alex was unloading all the ski gear out of the back of the Suburban: poles, Gabe’s patrol pack, helmets, boots. Everything got piled inside the basement door so that we would have room to take the puppy’s portable kennel and all our wash and food. A few of the children thought they would want to go skating, so in went the skates. It was snowing at the time and I thought I should probably throw in their gloves. I gathered up a basketful of muddy snow clothes, discovered that Addy was coatless and barefooted in her car seat, grabbed my purse and the laptop and the puppy food.

Deep breath. Are we all in the car? Yes. But someone was weeping. Another person was refusing to buckle and Gregory was repeatedly admonishing her that she would fly out and die if we crashed. Someone was upset because another person whacked his nose. The puppy was extremely nervous.

Another deep breath. “Children, we are going to reset here. Nobody may say anything while we are driving unless it is pleasant.”

There was blessed quietness for a few minutes until Addy piped up, “Mama? Something seems to be bothering me.”

I said, “Really, and what is that?”

“I think that I need a horse. I just really need a horse. To ride.”

Sometimes you have to just seize the moment and have a good belly laugh. The day got much better, especially once the hangry  (hungry-angry) people were fed.

I did laundry all afternoon with my mom’s old-fashioned washer that agitates like no tomorrow. I want one like that again. Eight loads in a high-efficiency set up would take all day.

The water company says they hope to have things flowing after midnight tonight. Apparently there was a tree root interfering with the pipe that comes from the spring. It seemed a little vague, but I am truly grateful that the spring was just diverted, not dried up.

And I get to start my Monday with the laundry all done. It should be an interesting sensation. Not only that, Gabe has off! We are going to have Saturday on Monday! Have a great week, everybody.

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7 responses to “Not Your Average Weekend

  1. ken says:

    you can’t just make up new words like that!

    • deepeight says:

      I didn’t. One of my friends introduced me to the word and I thought it was a perfect descriptor for people whose banana was gone long before church was done.

  2. El says:

    This is one of the best posts you have ever written. This is what real life with 5 children can be like, and then the belly laugh and how it fixes everything! Have you watched Survivor? I think us Mothers would make amazingly tough survivors.

  3. Ellie Miller says:

    Oh dear. What is worse than doing without water for awhile? I guess if you wanted to be more thankful for water, and be more aware of your blessings, you could hardly have picked a more effective method. I’m sure it will be awhile before any of you takes a responsive faucet (Or toilet. Or shower. Or washer. Or dishwasher. Or a lot of other things having to do with water.) for granted again.
    On the subject of washers, our HE one died last summer. We replaced it (supposedly temporarily) with a used old fashioned agitator washer. But I love it so much I want to hang on to it now. It’s fast, it agitates like crazy, and it gets the clothes CLEAN. (Probably mostly because it uses LOTS of water, and so, by definition is NOT high efficiency.) 🙂 I do miss how tightly my old HE washer spun the clothes. It takes my dryer a LONG time to dry clothes now. 😦 So that’s definitely a downside.
    I absolutely love Addy’s comment about something bothering her. That was perfect. 🙂

  4. Carol says:

    In Haiti we use the neatest little electric spinner, and it worked great!!!! Pairs good with a wringer washer:)

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