A Watery Mess

Turning the water off to the house and then cutting a pipe always makes me nervous. What if we can't fix it? No toilet, no shower. Uh oh. But this morning it all went rather well. I cut the toilet supply line and Leah installed a new shut off valve. I turned the water back on and BAM. Nothing happened. Everything worked as it should. No disasters.

Unless you call the water dripping from the garage ceiling a disaster. What made it even more unnerving is that I knew no pipes were in the vicinity. Leah blamed the drip on the water that sloshed out of the toilet as we moved it from the bathroom upstairs (which we just started remodeling) to the bathroom downstairs (which we are almost finished with).

I didn't buy it. It seemed like a pretty persistent drip to come from a cup or two of water. While Leah remained optimistic, I went straight into panic mode. I envisioned having to call a plumber who would rip apart our garage ceiling, our walls, our floorboards to find the leaky pipe.

I needed a drink and stormed off to the fridge to tap into our water pitcher. It was empty even though I had filled it just this morning. Wait a minute?

Sure enough water sloshed around the bottom of our fridge and when we pulled it back from the wall the entire floor was wet. I must have returned the pitcher with the spout slightly open. It probably leaked all day long. The water pooling and then finding its way through the floor into the garage below.

YES! The plumbing is fine.

I've never been so relieved to clean up a mess, but how ironic that this happened on a day we were messing with the pipes.