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Over a year ago, our bathtub faucet broke. It wouldn't let water come out of the tub spout, just the shower head. We have been running bath water via the shower head all this time. There are many problems with this approach, mainly relating to the speed of water delivery. It gets cold as it travels to the tub, so it's difficult to do water temperature correctly. It's slow slow slow, darn those water saving features! And it's just plain weird. But it's just one of those things we've lived with for so long that we just stopped thinking about trying to fix it, if you know what I mean. Finally, it occurs to us (and by us, I mean M) that you could like, fix it by replacing the spout doohickey. Turns out those are just like seven dollars at Lowe's, so he buys one. After it sits on the bathroom counter for a few weeks, he finally attempts to put it on yesterday to find that it didn't fit the pipe and he didn't have the correct tools. But the good news is that the old one might be fixable because it appears to be related to gunky build-up! So he soaks it in vinegar and after the proper application of a little elbow grease, all is well, and we finally had a working tub last night! We were both watching the thing dispense water from the appropriate spot this evening with glee and fascination. I might have gone so far as to call it sexy. We usually take a bath with Evelyn in the evening and then hand her off to the other parent and stand up for a quickie shower (just in case she has peed in the water, you know.) Tonight was Mommy bath, and as I stood up and flipped the doodad that switches between tub and shower.... the gasket broke.
Now we don't have a working shower at all.
Easy come, easy go.
I hope she didn't pee.
(p.s. We do have a second shower in the house, though I have never actually even used it. I guess it's a good thing that M wouldn't let me turn that tiny little shower into additional closet space last year via the installation of a clothes rod in the shower itself...)
Now we don't have a working shower at all.
Easy come, easy go.
I hope she didn't pee.
(p.s. We do have a second shower in the house, though I have never actually even used it. I guess it's a good thing that M wouldn't let me turn that tiny little shower into additional closet space last year via the installation of a clothes rod in the shower itself...)
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