Road Work = No Sleep

A crew has been working in our neighborhood replacing the sewer line for the city. They are from Houston and are the only road crew that actually works from 7am to 6pm without stopping. I knew that they had just finished the alley before ours and that we were next. I have been dreading this. Nap time is priceless, essential, and difficult enough without jackhammers. Early Saturday morning they starting working down the road right outside our windows. Around 10:30 am they hit an unmarked main water line. The water busted up through the asphalt and immediately turned our street into a river.

We all ran outside and started watching. Most of our neighbors slowly trickled out too. The crew had to just sit and wait for the city to turn off the water. The city guys took forever to find a point to turn off that water line. William capitalized on this delay by playing in the fresh (not sewer) water. He would set his big whale afloat and then one of us would catch him down stream.

He "accidentally" got wet and went through three more outfits after this one.

It was all fun and games until they finally got that water turned off and we realized that meant we had no water. We had a big workday planned at our house. We were planning on laundry, cleaning, and a little painting. We survived without water for about twenty minutes before loading up the car and driving down to Corpus.

It helped that my sister was down there visiting with her hubby and new baby boy who I might have been dying to see. We got there about ten minutes before the family got back from a trip to the beach, so we put Landry in the middle of the living room floor (in front of the door that we knew they would walk in) and then we hid. It was fun watching them walk in and try to process why a baby was on the floor. It took a second for them to look around for us. We had a nice visit and William got to run around with my cousin's son Truman who recently moved to Corpus. They love hanging out and I loved snuggling Maverick.

The bad part is that they covered the huge holes they had to dig to repair the water line with about five huge metal plates. Every time a car drives down our street it sounds like thunder. They are on the side of the road, so I'm about to go outside and park my suburban on them so that people have to go around and not wake us up all night.

Oh, the joys of a sixty year old neighborhood!