I went to make supper last night and found out we had no water. No water in the bathroom, no water in the kitchen, no water at the outside faucet… this is not good. I cringed and called Blaine. Nope, definitely not good. Making supper without water = hard. Cleaning up = even harder. And while visions of bad well pumps (whatever they look like) and dry wells (again, not sure what that would entail, but you get the point) went dancing through my slightly panicked brain… it would seem, thus far, the solution is far more simple. One electronic control part – far cheaper—and easier to install than a new well pump (and a day’s labor from Blaine) later, the water is back to it’s ever-flowing normalcy and Blaine’s off to get a new filter to make it taste back to normal too. So much better than it could have been. And now that last night’s supper is cleaned up and I’ve showered, I’m coming to realize everyone has their limits. Slightly varying from person to person, but we all have limits. I can handle no a/c. Crowded houses and vehicles. Raising children close together in age. Even no hot water. I do my best not to complain. But running water at least somewhere on the property is pretty much required.
A homeschooling mother of ten, ages 20 and under, I chronicle life, laughs, struggles, and lessons learned as I raise a larger-than-most sized family and try to laugh about the craziness.