Sunday we left Braden with my in-laws so he can play with his cousin and we could clean out the garage so the installation of these temporary water tanks goes smoothly. Coop goes for a nap and Roberto and I haul a$$ to the garage taking bikes, tables, chairs, etc to the basement. Since Roberto knew the diameter of the tanks we took chalk and mapped it out so we would install them using space wisely. Here's a pic of what we accomplished. Roberto was mapping out where the valves would go so they would hook up to the house. We felt good about what we accomplished. We were at terms with our situation and we were moving forward.On Monday, Roberto and his dad took off from the Lehigh Valley, PA in a budget truck and headed to a little town 30 minutes north of Binghamton, NY to pick up the temporary tanks. However, when they got to the truck rental place he measured the width of the truck and it was too thin to fit the tanks. Now please note. The past 2 years have taught us to prepare for everything....so, with that said, when Roberto ordered the truck he asked the place how wide they were. He was told they were over 90 inches. That was perfect because the tanks were 84 inches wide so 90 would be more than enough. Roberto had to call the plastics place in NY to cancel the order and order new tanks...yep that cost us an additional $600...They gentleman at the plastics place said, "It's JUST $600 more." SERIOUSLY....JUST $600....I give Roberto credit for not jumping through the phone and strangling him. If this guy ONLY knew. Not only were we over budget $600 on the tanks, all the time spent planning this out was out the window.
Anyway, they are now super late. They have a very LONG drive from PA to NY...I know this because Roberto was texting me the whole way..."on 80," "on 380," "just passed the "new highway."" (a highway that was build a while ago in the Scranton area, but because it was new back then it is still called the New Highway)...I got a play by play...I liked it though. It made me feel like I was part of the trip.
They finally arrive in NY around noon. While at the plastics place loading these tanks one of these HUGE tanks fell and landed on Roberto's father. There is a huge cut on his head...he probably needs stitches but wouldn't go get them. Roberto was really scared for him. He felt so bad.
Roberto arrives back here in the Lehigh Valley with the water delivery truck in our driveway waiting for him. He still needed to put these babies in our garage, GET the PVC piping, tanks, and other supplies to set them up to run. The water guy had a doctors appointment at 4:30 he ended up missing.
I get home from work at 5:30 with B and Coop thinking I can wash the dishes in the sink, the floors, flush the toilets, clean them and then finally...finally take a nice HOT shower in MY OWN HOME! But NOPE...Roberto was on his way out to pick up the pump. I was frustrated but I know Roberto had run himself ragged trying to fix this so I didn't let it show. I fell asleep (shower-less) as Roberto is still in the garage with his dad, who's head is still bleeding by the way, to get the pump to work. I wake up at 11:30 to Roberto dumping gallons of water down the toilet and hearing the news that the $800 pump(that we thought would be more like $300) DOESN'T WORK! I looked at him and said, "I need to shower for school tomorrow." After a few seconds of panic and consideration of going to school without showering, we decided we would boil water (we could manually pull from these tanks in the garage) and pour it in the sinks...we would shower that way. Again, annoyed, but I figured....o-well!Over night, Cooper was very fussy and wouldn't sleep. I chose to stay home. I was sleep deprived and dirty...I figured I was in no shape to be in charge of other people's children. I consider this a public service...:) LOL
This morning well guys C and D came to look at the pump. In an hour and a half they got it up and running. I am ending it here so I can shower and clean! Roberto may add some details to this since he went through this yesterday while I taught.

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