Homeowners

I love my home. It's warm, it's cozy, it's exactly where I want to be at the end of the day. But owning a home takes a lot of work. Nobody ever tells you that between the cleaning, the maintaining, the painting, the decorating, and all the other little unexpected things that come along with a home, it can be pretty exhausting. Thankfully, aside from all the regular stuff, we've been pretty lucky not to have anything unexpected. Until recently...

So a few months ago we were in the basement watching a movie, just like we do any other Friday night, and I got up to go to the bathroom. I walk in, flip on the light, and... uh oh.

Ladies and gentlemen... we have our first leak. 

Obviously, we immediately start freaking out. The basement bathroom is along the same wall as the guest bathroom and the master bathroom, so our first thoughts go to "holy shit... this is gonna cost us a fortune". Plus it's also against the partition wall, the wall that we pseudo-share with our neighbors, and now we start worrying about whether or not the leak is possibly coming from their side too.

So that Monday morning we call a plumber and he comes out right away. He gets maybe 20 minutes into the inspection and figures it out... We had installed bookcases into our breakfast nook about 6 weeks before this whole situation, and the wall happens to be right above the bathroom. The wall also happens to have a pipe running right down it. A pipe that we drilled through when we anchored the bookcases to the wall.

Sonofabitch.

So our awesome plumber does his thing. Drills, shows me the hole, repairs the pipe, and then tells me about the drywall repairs that we'll have to have done now.

The hole.

So he tells me that obviously the drywall will have to be repaired to cover the pipe, but that we'll also have to rip down the two walls and part of the ceiling in the basement where the leak dripped. And we also have to microban inside (aka spray some disinfectant so we don't get any mold). Joy. Although he makes me feel a little better when he tells me that he's been out to 80% of the homes in our neighborhood fixing the exact same pipe for the exact same reason. Apparently our neighborhood's motto is drill baby, drill. Ugh...

Long story short, the drywall guys came out this past weekend, tore it out, sprayed, put new drywall up, sanded, painted, and voila. Good as new. 

Now I can go into the bathroom and not wonder what, if anything, is going to start crawling out of that gaping hole in my house. Yay!