Home Sweet Home

So just as we finished our remodel and got the house all put together and presentable, disaster struck. I woke up this morning to a horribly loud sound which reminded me vaguely of a machine running through the downstairs. Chicken that I am, I went back to the bedroom and woke Rob to send him down to investigate. As I trailed him down the stairs, in the dark (because heaven forbid we turn on the light and see whatever was the problem), I began imagining windows broken or the washing machine gone crazy. When Rob entered the mud room and slipped, almost falling into me, I realized our house was a lake. A hose under the kitchen sink was blasting water and we were wading through 2 inch deep Lake Ancia. Why is that just when you think you have life under control, something comes out of left field to remind you, you're really not in charge? Ah home ownership is such a joy...