In our house, Murhpy's Law reigns supreme. Seriously. If there is something that can break, it will. In the almost three years that we've been in this house, I honestly cannot remember a time when everything was in working order AT THE SAME TIME. As soon as one thing is fixed, another breaks. It's like clockwork. I swear. I've grown somewhat accustomed to it. I rarely bat an eye anymore at a broken light, a wonky toilet, a leaky faucet or worse. We've actually gotten to the point at which, if it's not crucial to our health and safety, we are learning to live without fixing things right away. Why bother? As soon as it's fixed, something else will go wrong*. No, really. I'm serious.
In May, our dishwasher broke. After trying the quick fix on the dishwasher and having it not work, we left it for the summer. Yes, I had to survive the summer without a dishwasher. The dishwasher that wasn't here when we moved in and that I cried and whined and begged for. The dishwasher that we destroyed our entire kitchen for. Suddenly, I had to survive four long months without it. I might as well have been tortured. Please, go ahead and tell me how spoiled I am.
So, anyway. The not-so-quick fix on the dishwasher was going to cost us the same as a new one would. So, we finally caved and bought a new one in October. Oh, how I missed THAT. It was a fabulous day when we got it all installed. I was looking for dirty dishes to clean.
But, keeping in mind the way things in our house go, it couldn't have been that fabulous of a day, right? Right. That evening, I was getting ready for bed and flipped the light switch to the bathroom. Nothing. I repeatedly flipped the switch up and down, quickly growing impatient. Nothing. We bought new bulbs. Nothing. That really awful, piece of crap fluorescent light that I so badly wanted to replace the day I moved in had finally died. YES! Wait, no. Now there was no light in my main bathroom. Not exactly ideal. That piece of crap light was better than nothing.
Anyway, our bathroom thankfully has a window, which lets in quite a bit of good light, as well as a very generous hallway light. We had both grown pretty used to not really using the godawful fluorescent, so no light wasn't too much of a burden**. When we did start looking at the light, of course it was all hodgepodge together. Replacing it would take a bit of carpentry, paint and rewiring. Seriously, my excitement over this project overflows.
After a month of no light in the bathroom, we finally got around to replacing it. And, wow! Is it ever BRIGHT! I mean, really. I no longer need to visit the tanning bed this winter. I'll just spend about 2 minutes in my bathroom and have the same end result. I go blind and see spots every time I flip on the switch. But, on the plus side, I spent almost an hour last night staring at my face in the mirror. The surplus of light allows me to see every pore, every stray eyebrow hair, every flake of dry skin--allowing me to poke, prod and pluck to my heart's content. I kid you not, it's really, really bright.
I'm sure that with some lower watt bulbs (or a dimmer), I will love my new light. AND, after 24 hours of my new light, to the best of my knowledge, nothing else has broken!
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*That, and the fact that nothing in our house is an easy fix. I thought that by now, we'd own every single tool made (thank you pipes for not being at all the same size as each other). But, I'm sure there are some we're still missing. If a project in our house doesn't take 14 different sized tools and at least 6 hours to fix, it's not really a project. No, really.
**And, I do have an additional half bath to do my makeup and whatnot in.
And, the front door when I started shoveling out the front step:
We started out with Indy wearing her coat (shutup, she's a little dog with short hair--she gets cold, ok. Unfortunately, it quickly became soaking wet and we had to take it off of her.
Coat or no coat, she L-O-V-E-S the snow.
