On Tuesday I walked towards the sink to toss a rag in the cabinet. It made a splash when it landed.
Sure enough, there was over an inch of water in the cabinet coming from somewhere. This wasn’t the first time (the first time happened during the water escapades of last winter) but it was the first time it happened after we thought everything was fixed. Whatever was going on was going to need repair or replacement, and it was going to have to come from the money I was saving for a living room rug.
We are replacing the faucet, which we think is the source of the problem. It’s corroded and leaking thanks to our area’s extreme hard water. Did I ever tell you that our 5 year old, top of the line dishwasher stopped working thanks to hard water? The repair man said that in our part of California a dishwasher is a joke. Residents really shouldn’t use them, or at least not use them and expect them to work well. Washing dishes in the dishwasher is a multi-step, multi-product process. Really, I should just wash them by hand and get over it. I can’t leave a scrap of food on any plate or utensil. No one around here can and expect the washer to do its job. That commercial where the happy homemaker puts an entire cake in the dishwasher and then pulls out a sparkling cake plate after the cycle mocks me and my hard water.
For the last three days my entire sink cabinet has taken residence on my kitchen counters while I grappled with the world stopping decision of which faucet to choose. I’m not one to make decisions quickly (understatement) but the overwhelming selection of ugly faucets on the market coupled with my limited budget was enough to make me consider converting our sink into a trough and calling it a day.
In the end, I picked a faucet under my budget that is perfectly fine. Fine! I normally don’t stop agonizing until every stone has been overturned, every feature considered, every resource scoured. But this week…meh. I had a budget. I went to The Home Depot. I looked for a reliable brand. I picked out a faucet that had most of the features I wanted, but not all. It’s not my favorite faucet, not by a long shot, but it promises to run water into the sink and not my cabinet. Already it’s leaps and bounds above the faucet I had on Monday.
Is this what grown ups do? Make and stick to budgets, buy items that exalt function before form, and decide, in the middle of The Home Depot on a Thursday that $500 is too much for what is, and always will be, nothing more than a faucet? If being a grown up is realizing that not everything can be perfect, that not everything needs to be perfect, and that not everything will ever be perfect no matter how sparkly that cake plate looks when you pull it out, then I have to say I kinda like it.