Ah Well

So I had a freak out moment today. As many freak out moments this one was "sponsored" by Google. Not really... but kind of.

You know, when you're sick and you have a rash and you Google it....then you believe, even for 15 minutes at 3 AM, that you might have Scarlet Fever or the Ebola Virus. Well, this happened with my well.

Well?  Yes, it's a country home. It's what country folk use for water. And when the water didn't come out of the tap and I heard a funny noise from the pump, I Googled it. Restart the pump. Seemed like a logical answer. But the pump was still making noise. So, to me, at 1AM, it seemed like it still kind of worked.

Then, I saw the topic "what to do when your well runs dry." OMG does that actually happen??? Holy crap. Could we be out of water? In the middle of winter? In my house that serves hockey boys and launders clothes around the clock. Nooooo, no, no. We better not be out of water.

Holy crap!! Could we be out of water?

But.... but.... it's a nice house. And the man (who in this split second I am wildly suspicious of) who sold it to us said there was "tons of water. You'll never be out of water." Did I buy my house from a snake oil salesman 10 years ago?  Ugh. I need to move now! Must I look up real estate listings on Google now? Yes of course, it's 2AM.

OMG OMG OMG, why don't I live in a condo? Condos have people that take care of these things.

My next thought was... yup, never should have had that gallon of tea an hour ago. I have to pee now. Pee like a woman getting that damn pregnancy ultrasound when you think your bladder is going to explode.  Brutal.

Ok. Now what would cruise ship survivors do? Think like a cruise ship passenger.... Ha Ha. We're not there yet.

So, I posted signs on the bathroom doors for the kids. "No Water." And put the bottles of hand sanitizer in more prominent locations.  Then I formulated an after school shower and survival plan..... go to Grandpa's house. Yes!  Hurrah for Grandpa's house.

How soon can we move? Would Grandpa let us live with him? Will the well "regrow" water? Why did anyone let me move out of the City in the first place.

Then.... the sun rose. Water still did not exist in the form we are accustomed to. So the plumber was called and the plumber came out. He did NOT Google the problem. He did not scare me with amateur diagnosis of permanent doom. Instead he fixed things, told me to have a good day, and went on about his business.

Water was restored. Once again, I feel like I've dodged Ebola Virus.

You know it's time for a break when....

I've been burning the candle at both ends for a while now. I'm pretty durable and can take quite a bit. But the last week, I've had a couple of clear indicators that I need to slow it down a bit.

You know you're tired when... finally get home, sit down at the end of your work day and pour a cup of tea and open a chocolate bar and the next thing you know you wake up (still sitting upright on the couch) because the dog is licking the uneaten chocolate bar in your hand.  And you're first thought is... "what time is it?  4AM? Oh good, I can still get a few things done before I go back to work."

You know you're tired when.... your son asks you to lie down in his bed and read him a book and the next thing you know you're awake, it's pitch black, you've just cranked your head on the top bunk and you have no idea what the hell just happened. But... there's a book on the floor and a sleeping child and you piece it together.

You know you're tired when.... you look forward to using the bathroom because at least it's a break.

You know you're tired when... your truck's fuel indicator light flashes "low gas" warning and urges you to refuel and you reply out loud, "yeah well I'm running on empty too. Shut up. You're going to have to wait."

But for me the most laughable indicator was last night.  I was home in the evening, during daylight (rare!) and I looked outside the kitchen window and let out a gasp and a little scream. My husband "what's the matter? " And before I could even think I said "I thought I saw a lion." Yes. I am an idiot. For a split second there I thought I saw a small male lion stalking my pasture.  I am exhausted. I am an idiot. It was my miniature horse, Sunny, who has lived here "forever" and walked past my window "a million times."  I laugh even writing this.  Yeah, but he LOOKED like a lion... oh, nevermind.

Now if only I could get some rest, a new chocolate bar and a day off, I'm sure I'd be good as new.