By Mo Breden
I think of myself as an independent, strong, intelligent woman. I’ve raised two children, while maintaining a management career in a high stress, demanding field dominated by men. I left home in my early 20’s, moved to another state, lived in a foreign country, and I can go to the movies and out to eat by myself. I have faced some very hard personal crises and have come through them stronger.
So, why then, on Christmas Eve when I heard water running inside the wall in my bathroom, did I turn into a bowl of Jell-O? I was frantic. In the following days I worried, and stressed, I endured plumbers and leak finders coming and going, saying things like, “We may have to remove the tub”, “I can’t find a leak”, “I’m going to have to use the jackhammer now and then cut several holes in your wall”. The leak, it was determined was in the cold water line. I was told it was fixed, and then one week later, I heard the water running behind the wall again. It was then that I first heard the words, “Sounds like you need to think about re-piping”.
You see, my little house was built in the early 1980’s and all the copper piping was run, through the cement slab, that the house is built upon. Now, 28 years later the copper piping is springing leaks. I was informed if you have more than two in a short period of time, they need to re-pipe the entire house. This involves cutting off the water supply to the existing copper pipes, and running new pipe, through the ceiling and down to the fixtures. It also, quite unfortunately, requires cutting holes in any walls or tiles to provide the plumber access to the fixtures. You get the picture? Quite an education isn’t it. My house will be re-piped next week. Two full days, with two plumbers working eight hours each day…. don’t even ask about the price, but do get more than one estimate.
I’m telling you my tale of woe because my total panic, fear, and near hysterics in front of the plumber (at one point I was standing behind him wringing my hands and telling him that I didn’t have a lot of money) took me by surprise. It showed me very clearly that I have to work on my ability to deal with issues over which I have no control in a more measured, calm, and positive way. In the end, I had to accept the facts and deal with it. In the end, I have friends that were more than willing to listen to me and even to help me with the repairs that will be necessary when the plumbing job is complete. I don’t wish this experience on anyone, and I hope you can learn something by reading my story. I don’t make New Year’s resolutions, but I am going to get better at this. I have to. I’ll keep you posted.
Thanks for stopping by to read my post; I hope to see ya’s next week, for Life with Mo.