Plumbing Sucks Rotten Eggs!

Ryan hates all things plumbing. It's the one and only thing we've found so far that he can't do successfully. If he puts something together, it always leaks. If he fixes the leak, it always creates another one. Then he usually loses his temper and uses words the children shouldn't hear. So, two weeks ago our garbage disposal stopped working. This is one exception to the usual plumbing failings, because Ryan is usually a rockstar with garbage disposals. After about an hour of trying to get it to work, he vehemently declared that he was done with the matter, would absolutely NOT take the thing apart because it would surely leak when he put it back together, so just CALL THE "$*&*#" PLUMBER!! Even though I thought we couldn't afford it, I called the plumber. He told me some things to try, they didn't work, so after two agonizing days of gunky sink syndrome, the plumber came. And fixed it in 35 seconds. I felt like a fool, but the good news is he didn't charge us anything and now I know what an allen wrench is. Now we enter present day, two weeks later. My faucet is leaking. I delayed a couple of days to bring this fact to light knowing Ryan would not like this conversation. Today, as I was retrieving something from under the sink, I discovered this no longer appeared to be a small faucet leak, everything was soaking and there was an inch of standing water under the sink warping my only one-year-old cupboard. In an effort to keep the peace, I called the plumber. Luckily, they were available. The plumber arrived and fixed the leak in only 7 seconds. Once again, I am a fool. The good news this time: Although I'm sure there's a lot of laughter in their office about the crazy lady over in WestPark who doesn't know how to operate a sink properly, they were nice and charged me nothing, I am now leakless, the underneath-my- sink cupboard is perfectly organized, and most importantly, my children's vocabulary and my marriage remain intact.