Plumbing Faux Pas

This has been an eventful week on every level possible. It has been emotionally charged in good and not so good ways. I welcome the love, the friendship, and the good emotions that this time of year brings out. The other emotions I like to keep at a distance from my family and myself. But life is learning to deal with the unsavory and uncomfortable situations as much as it is relishing the joy, so I am going to cling to the joy and gratitude I have taken to heart over the last week.

I committed  quite the plumbing faux pas last week when I was preparing some chili and the hamburger I was cooking didn't smell quite right. Like any good housewife, I disposed of the hamburger down my disposal  and was so proud of myself for removing the foul product and ridding our home of it. Three days later our basement flooded. We have had minor kitchen plumbing issues since we moved into our house and have done a minimal job in correcting them, so I just assumed these issues had finally come to a head and we needed to deal with them. To make a long story short, we are dealing with the minor issues~ and fixing the issue that I created by stuffing a pound of hamburger down the disposal. Yes, the drain clogged. After hours of draining water and drain snaking the pipe, Chad had expelled enough water to take the pipe off by the basement floor and what should appear but a perfect pipe~shaped "meatloaf"! Chad said, "Oh my goodness-that looks like...hamburger!" And I said, "Oh my gosh! It is!" and I proceeded to tell him about the good deed I thought I had done in ridding our home of the meaty stench. Heaven bless him, he didn't bat an eye, shake a finger or yell at me, but said, "Well I guess all of us know not to try that again", and set about to fixing the mess. How did I get this man? It was a miracle-one that I will always be grateful for.

I am grateful for much in what we now refer to as the "hamburger debacle". I am grateful I learned not to put hamburger down the disposal. I am grateful I have such a patient husband. As I've been washing dishes in my bathroom sink and dealing with a torn-up kitchen, I am SO grateful for the many conveniences I enjoy every day. Like running water, and a dishwasher. Like a full kitchen as opposed to a bucket outside. I am grateful for miracles big and small, and for a good life with good people in it. And my husband is one of the best ones there is.