When water heaters explode!

I’ve been telling my stepdad that the hot water in the shower has not been consistent for a few months.

I mean, duh. Something was wrong with the water heater.

It is eight years old so it was on its last legs, right? Right.

You’d think he would know that.

Nope.

So this morning I get a text that there are three inches of water in the basement.

Lovely.

I came home from my friend’s house to help deal with this flood because obviously…

Anyway, my stepdad was in the process of ordering a smaller water heater than we had before because it was “cheaper” and “in stock” and I knew my mother wouldn’t be happy with that so I had to get him to reevaluate his choices.

Then I had to help chill him out because he was all revved up about remodeling the master bathroom for some reason and mom had just woken up and was super overwhelmed.

So yeah.

Been a fun day.

I’m now stressed out of my mind. This is all after I had to have a heart to heart with my friend and their other friend about how my friend was feeling unsafe periodically and what we needed to do about that.

So.

Yeah.

I’m done with today.

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