Ice Ice Baby

At work on Monday, I think everyone was hoping for a snow/ice day for Tuesday. Well you know what they say...be careful what you wish for...

We woke up on Monday to a busted kitchen faucet. Water spraying everywhere. The plumber came out later in the morning and found two problems, but didn't have the parts to fix it. He promised to return first thing on Tuesday. Unfortunately, mother nature had other plans and sent the freezing rain/sleet storm our way a little early. Tuesday morning, the roads were completely iced. The plumber couldn't come. You never know how much you rely on something until you can't use it. And the kitchen sink is one of those things. Luckily for us, we had frozen dinners and leftovers in the fridge, plus a sufficient supply of paper plates. Unluckily for us, the temperatures were forecasted to remain below freezing for the next couple of days, which means...no plumber. Great. 

Meanwhile, David attempted to get the mail. Naturally, he planned to go out the front door. Unbeknownst to us, the deadbolt was frozen. He turned the lock, and nothing. He turned it back and tried to unlock the door again, and...nothing. Perfect. My uncle, who lives in Michigan, said our lock was frozen and we should try graphite. We're from Texas. I don't even know what graphite is, or where to get it. We're hoping that when it finally gets above freezing, the lock will thaw and self-correct. At least the lock is frozen in the locked position. Silver lining.

We "worked from home" Tuesday and Wednesday. Today, we got notice that we should leave our homes at 8:30 and head to our respective working locations. David is working in the office and I'm working at a bank in north Dallas. David left at about 8:10 this morning and started his 10 mile commute to the office. 15 minutes later, he called me to tell me he's heading back home. Camp Wisdom is a mess and 360 completely stopped, with the on ramp closed. Not worth it, he said. I was completely showered, dressed, made up, hair done, just about to walk out the door. But if David can't even make the 10 mile commute to the office, there's no way I would have been able to drive the 45 miles to the bank I was working at! Not worth it. I'll take my 7 hours of vacation and stay home. 

I'd like to say that we've been super productive around the house, since we've been cooped up for the last two days. But that would be a lie. I've watched seasons 1, 2, and 3 of Weeds on Netflix. David updated his iPod and purchased some CD's off iTunes.  We've done lots of lounging around in our pajamas, and we've watched a ton of TV.  I told David that we are going to clean the bathroom and clean out and tidy the pantry today. Both are in desperate need of attention.

It's 19 degrees outside right now. And it's supposed to snow tonight. Dishes are piling up in our sink because I refuse to do them in the bathroom. There's just something about washing kitchen dishes in the bathroom that makes my stomach turn.  But I might have to suck it up and just do it. When we called the plumber yesterday, he said something about being inundated with calls about frozen pipes. I'm sure we're at the very bottom of his to-do list now. But I guess it's not like we'd be able to let him in the front door, even if he did show up.