A Day of Rest?

What a crazy Sunday we had. For the past five days I kept finding these little wet spots on the carpet in our bedroom. They were slightly brown, so I figured somebody must have gotten loose with a sippy cup full of chocolate milk and no valve to keep it from spilling. Anyway, I cleaned up all the spots on Friday but they were back by Saturday night. I figured we had a broken pipe and layed awake almost all night worrying about the amount of damage that might have been done to this house we've poured so much time and money into over the past year.

Sunday morning I called a friend of ours who is a plumber to make sure he could be here early Monday. He said he had to go to a funeral out of town all day on Monday but that he would stop by Sunday evening to tell us what the problem was. I felt bad having him come to work on a Sunday, but he assured me that he was just like a doctor--for toilets. Guess that made me feel a little better! Of course I then had to spend an hour cleaning my neglected bathrooms (4 boys+bad aim= yuck!). Turns out we had a broken shower head that was leaking. Some water had saturated the floor under our room (wet spots) and was reacting with the carpet glue (brown spots), but no major damage. Phew! Maybe we'll rest some next week!