When it Rains, it Pours

Okay, seriously...this is becoming somewhat ridiculous!! We thought that we had the plumbing problems fixed but a week to the day, they came back. And I mean literally. We can flush our toilets but no one can take a shower and I cannot wash clothes. Too much water is being dumped into the pipes when we do that. Sooo we have been going over to mom & dad's to take care of those activities. It's not that we don't want to fix the plumbing, its that it is going to be a major fix. We now have someone else coming out to give us a second opinion. The first plumber did come back and said the magic word, "thousands" so we thought we had better see what someone else had to say. Even after we decide on someone, they have to shut the water off for at least a day. The boys can pee off the porch (which Macon still enjoys!) but us girls need some where to sit. Ugggh...this whole thing is giving me a better perspective on pioneer people. Heck, my parents didn't even have inside plumbing when they went to visit their grandparents. A little history tidbit you learn when your plumbing goes haywire. Mom said, "Well, when I was young, we didn't have indoor plumbing and you had to go in a chamber pot that had a handle on it. And it sat in the hallway and you threw the @#%&$ out the backdoor when you were done." This was at the house of the grandparents who didn't have heat either so they put hot water bottles in the beds to get them warm before going to sleep. AND I think my mother and father walked five miles to school, uphill both ways, barefoot in six feet of snow.