There are three old houses on my street. We are the only houses in my town that are not hooked up to the city’s water supply. Instead, we use well water.
It hasÂ pluses and minuses.
For example? One plus would be that I don’t pay for my water. When you have a tiny little house and a big ass complilation of different crab grasses and weeds that masquerade as a lawn you have to water in a desert inviornment, this can be a big help to the budget. It also tastes yummy. You just can’t beat good well water for taste. (And, yes. Ours is safe to drink.)
Then there are are down sides.
There is a lot of mineral build up that I have to deal with. Lime Away and CLR are some of my best friends. Our water pressure also kind of sucks. Especially at “Peak” usage time. The problem was helped a lot when we renovated our bathroom and got new pipes for the shower. Our old ones were clogged so much with Calcium that they were only functioning at 25% capacity.
There is another down side.
Like, when the water pump breaks.
It means that you have NO water.
It also means that there is no city repairman to come rescue you.
Even if you have a 2 month old that you are caring for. Even if you have two kids that “REALLY” need to use the bathroom. Even if you freaking start your period while you’re trying to quiet a colicky baby who projectile barfs in your hair, help with homework, communicate “Pictionary-style” for the fourth time to your neighbors that don’t speak English that the water is off because of a problem with the well, not because of something the you did. Even if you are continuously calling your unavailable husband while simultaneously trying to Vulcan Mind Meld a telepathic message to him that HE HAS TO PICK THE FREAKING PHONE UP!
Even if you have all these things going on, if you have a well, you’re pretty much on your own.
I’m hoping that we can sort this out by tonight. Luckily, I have a handy father-in-law and a very capeable husband.
If Jonathan manages to fix this problem? I may consider forgiving him for telling me to “Gird up my loins like the pioneers and just pretend I’m out on the trail!” after he heard my tale of woe.
Doubtful, but stranger things have happened.