I never thought I'd say this.....

Thank G-d my husband is a pack rat. I can't believe I'm even saying that. Tomorrow I'm sure I'll be back to ranting about it but for today his bad habit worked for me.
I've been on vacation a week and during that time I decided to try to clean up this thing we call a house, the money pit, the shithole...the pig sty. So, I got my large butt to work and started in the kitchen. I've been working on it for days now. Don't think I've been working solid on it for days...I've had a few interruptions. I do have a child ya know and she wants to play with Mommy as much as possible during her stay at home.
Anywho, I'm down to the last bunch of really crusty dishes so I put them in the sink to soak. I piddle, I play, I learn all about Carmen San Diego...then I get a second wind and head back to clean the crust off. I carefully stick my hand through the murky waters, try not to gag and I pull the drain. I get this weird sensation around my feet then...ACK! Water is running all over the floor. I call for the husband. Of course he doesn't come running...when does he? When he finally shows up there is water all over the kitchen floor and I'm stuffing towels (which I JUST WASHED) under the cupboard. It seems a pipe has rusted through and water is pouring out into the cupboard. Okay, not a problem. We'll just run over to Home Depot and write a check (which we hope won't bounce) for a couple of new pipes. As I'm figuring out the checkbook and how much we can or can't spend I do what I do best. Sit down and feel overwhelmed. After about 20 minutes of self-pity I hear "HA! We're back in business". My pack rat has gone to the thing we call a garage (more like a room so full of crap you can't get a car in it) and found some pipes left over from some job he was working on years ago. WOW! I never thought anything in that garage would come in handy much less that he could actually find anything in that mess. So he hooked it up and now the sink is back in business.
I must admit I couldn't bring myself to finish the dishes last night as I was worn out from the big pity party I was having earlier.
The big bummer is (and you know there is always one where I'm concerned)...now I won't be able to bitch at him for at least another month about his stacks of pack rat nesting materials.