This Old House

April 29, 2012
Without fail something goes wrong when I go on a business trip. Like a sick kid. Or this time, a sick tub.

After giving Pearl and Cole baths last night, I couldn't get the drain to work. It's struggled for a long time and with a little boy who thinks it's his personal toy to beat on, we knew it was nearing the end. But did it have to completely break? And the night before I head out of town for five days? Seriously.

At first Jeff just thought it was doing its usual and told me to keep trying. But something felt weird when I'd push the drain down, like it wasn't catching. Jeff sort of rolled his eyes at me until he figured out that despite my horrible attempt to describe the problem, we were in real trouble. The metal part was totally broken.

Great.

But Pearl knew just what to do. She innocently looked up at Jeff (who was trying his best to not totally freak out) and said, "Just call This Old House. They can fix it."

Yes, Pearl. Yes, they can.

Oh, and the kids are coughing too... convenient. Please pray for Jeff!