A few days ago, this happened:

The thingy fell off the faucet.  It’s broken. It seems like maybe the threading wore down. I don’t know….

It happened while I was in the tub, with a tea tree scalp treatment on my hair.  It wasn’t great timing, but I guess it would have been worse if Spenser was in the tub. Would have had to take him with me to get the pliers.

So here’s my new faucet.  I’m telling you right now, this may be how I live forever. I really don’t know how to begin to fix it, I don’t have time to fix it and I don’t have extra money to hire a handy-person because I’m sure it will involve a trip to Home Depot, a new part and  labor= money I could use for food, bills etc. 

I’m already used to it and over it. Spenser thinks it’s fun.

Oh well.

Who needs turning on the water to be easy? (OK, mom solo can’t do everything alone.)