About a month ago, before I decided to start writing this blog, we realized the pipes in our kitchen were leaking. Wait, maybe not a month ago, more like two weeks ago. It just seems like a month ago.
Our house was built in 1957and has those pesky cast iron pipes. Over the years that we have lived in the house, we occasionally have had to have those pipes snaked. We got used to the fact that somewhere between every 2-4 years we were going to have to call the plumber. It became a fact of life for us. Then one day I was opening our cabinet next to the sink to put some dishes away, and this icky smell of musty swamp permeated out from the cabinet. Not good.
When my beloved husband came home that evening, I mentioned to him that when I opened the cabinet, it smelled like a bayou. Not that there’s anything wrong with bayous and swamps. They have their place in the great outdoors. They just don’t have a place in my kitchen cabinet.
When I told the big guy about the problem, I think he went into a state of denial. Having a cabinet next to your sink smell like a swamp meant only one thing, and it wasn’t good. We were going to have to call the plumber. What we were both afraid of, and what became true, was that this was going to go beyond the average pipe snaking visit. This was going to be a big expensive plumber visit. He didn’t want to think about it, and neither did I. But we had to.
So a few days later, the plumber came. As expected, things were not good. The pipe under our sink had apparently been leaking for awhile and had caused water damage to the cabinets, the wall behind the sink and our floor and sub-flooring. The pipe in the kitchen had to be completely replaced and all of the wood in the wall, the floor, and most of the two cabinets had to be taken out.
We experienced the joy of having a large and extremely noisy dehumidifier in our house for about four days. When I say noisy, it was the we-had-to-turn-the-volume-up-on-the-t.v.-to-hear-it-kind of noisy. The dehumidifier ran for 24 hours a day. I know it worked, because not only did it dry out all the moisture under the sink, it dried out my skin too. My lips were starting to get chapped.
So here we are two weeks later. The pipe has been fixed and the wood that wasn’t removed has dried out. We are living without two cabinets, a hole in the wall, and the floor is still torn up. We put plastic sheeting on the floor to cover the parts where we could see down into our crawl space.
I just keep telling myself, it could have been worse.