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I've been listening to the same song (you can see the title above from Ani Difranco) for days now. It's beautifully written and just amazing. I guess it's a little girly for you guys, but if you have time, I highly suggest listening to it.

I'd like to tell you a little about the weekdays of my family today.
My mom and dad are trying to find out why my brother's wall is getting soaked so the flat is a noisy mess now. My brother's room is next to the bathroom and according to my dad's brilliant idea our bathtub doesn't contain the water properly so when one of us is taking a bath or a shower, the water is flowing down next to the bathtub and it makes the wall wet. It's difficult to explain in English I don't really get my dad's idea in Hungarian either. But at this moment he's started to use his drill and he's trying to take out our bathtub and find out the cause of the trouble...at any price.
Well, I'd like to add to my strory, that he is not a plumber, he's a truck driver. He has a paper as an electrician which he used for a year, maybe, because then he got his driving license and started to work on other fields. I wouldn't have a problem with this, let him try to fix it, let him try to solve the problem because I've come to accept that men think they can solve everything. But as I've been living with him for 20 years, I've seen him trying. And at the end of the day his ideas caused more trouble than the problem itself.
I'd like to give you only one example which I particularly remember as I was the lucky one to help him. One rainy day we couldn't have got into the flat because we had some problems with the locks (it's another story related him, of course) so my dear father decided that as we live on the ground floor one of us could easily go in through the window. So he broke the window and chose me, the youngest and smallest to climb in with their help. I desperately tried to avoid the pieces of glass, I stood up on the window sill, and somehow as I was jumping to the floor, I got caught by the curtain and I managed to tear out the curtain rail from the wall. After I landed in a way I never thought anyone could survive, covered with the curtain, the curtain rail, pieces from the wall I couldn't speak. Of course by this time most of the habitants of the house were watching, giving advice how they would've come in and saw my wonderful landing. They got scared for a minute but I stood up confidently in my parents room and shout through the window that I was fine. Magically noone got hurt, I let the family in and we've kept on living happily since then.
I could tell you other stories of course. The one when we almost lost our front door or when he had to stood in shorts in front of the house for hours because he tried to get rid of the flees in the cellar after we moved here...life-changing stories :)

And now this issue. I don't know where this is going. I don't know how I will be able to take a shower today. I'm not even sure that we will have water. My dad is in full equipment and ready to rock. My mom is the chosen one to help him. My brother and I are in our rooms behind closed doors. We're waiting for the party. Let us hope that he will not destroy the bathroom.

That's it from me for today. I could write more, but the post took more time than I expected so I have to go now. I'm waiting for the news from you, too. I hope everything's going ok for you.
Hugs,
Mira