Last night the cold water pipe in our (landlord's) dud-shemesh burst right at (or in) the wall.
I have been without water since 8 p.m. last night. It is now almost noon.
I still have a kitchen to clean and turn over (freezer was done, fridge still needs to be done). I also have a mountain of laundry.
For whatever reason (testosterone is my guess), rather than call a plumber or a dud-dude to fix it properly, my landlord said last night he'd come out and take a look (he lives in Petach Tikvah).
At 10 a.m. this morning, with no landlord in site (and no call from him) I called him, got his voice mail and left a message. He called back and said he'd be here 'around 11:30". Ok, I suppose noon is 'around 11:30', but so far, he ain't here yet and I still have no water (read: toilets!!!).
I sent the girls and NS to Jerusalem for some last bit shopping and the girls are going to get something nice to wear for Chag. I'm home with a very fussy newborn who just wants to nurse and comfort nurse non-stop... which wouldn't be a problem if my landlord wasn't expected any minute.
And the only thing I've done towards cooking is make a menu...