What would you do if someone held a gun to your head and shouted, “Give me your water or your internet?” Which would you hand over?
Sounds silly, but this weekend I had the opportunity to test it out.
Last week I discovered a leaking pipe in the basement. Apparently it had been leaking for quite some time and caused a rather ugly mess. The leak is in a portion of the house I do not frequent (too many spiders).
Anyway, to fix the leak, my hubby had to turn off the main water valve which meant that we didn’t have water for the duration of the time it took to fix the problem. Did I ever mention that my hubby is not a plumber?
My hubby is like the Cliff Huxtable character of the Cosby Show TV series (It’s a good thing he doesn’t read my blog because he would take exception to my last comment). Cliff was a great doctor, but he wasn’t so great at performing household repairs.
Back to the Water
It took most of the weekend to fix the leaking pipe. We ended up being without water for over 24 hours. He was frustrated and annoyed (he used a few words that I cannot print here). Luckily my kids weren’t home (they had other social engagements). It was me, my annoyed hubby and the dog (oh, and the unfixable leak).
I looked at the situation as a mini vacation. Without running water I couldn’t wash dishes, do the laundry or even cook. With all of the extra time on my hands, I was able to order take out food and spend a little uninterrupted time on the computer.
Except for the occasional banging and cuss word, it was a quiet peaceful day. That’s when it hit me and I’m ashamed to admit it. It looks like I’m a happier camper without water than without the internet. After all, I could run to the store and purchase a few gallons of water, but I sure can’t run to the store and purchase a few hours of internet time.