Last night a pipe at the local water system plant burst, causing our household and much of Anderson to be without water for about fourteen hours.
Luckily we had plenty of bottled water and a couple of gallons of distilled water on hand, so I wasn’t terribly worried about it. The powers that be would eventually get the water running and life would return to normal. The water shortage really only affected us from the time I woke up around 7:30 until noon, when our taps finally began to work again. We remain under a boil water advisory, but that isn’t nearly as alarming as not being able to flush the toilet. However, during the course of the morning I thought multiple times about the implications of this incident.
Mainly I realized how bitchy a lot of my posts would sound to someone outside of America. I’m complaining about how my daughter only wants to wear two of the twenty-five dresses in her closet, and how I’m just not as “fun” as I used to be, and how my house is too messy. Really? When there are moms and dads out there trying to parent without running water? And probably without disposable diapers? If my children didn’t have this basic necessity my life would be a million times more inconvenient than I think it is now, and I wouldn’t mind a bit; who worries about inconvenience when they are focused on keeping their family alive?
How much I take for granted. After less than five hours of catching myself in the process of trying to wash a dish or rinse off my toothbrush (and spending a portion of those hours swimming in my full pool), I am shamed and humbled. Being a mom is hard no matter what culture you’re in, but we live in a country where, for the majority of people, the most important element of life on earth flows freely at the twist of a faucet. At least we’ve got that much covered- everything else is just details.