Thank God for late nights!!

Warning: Pollyanna type post ahead.

You see, by and large, I'm one of those people who likes to look at the glass as being, not just 1/2 full, but 1/2 full with free refills :) If there is a bright side, and there pretty much always is, I'm there to find it.

So, why am I thankful for late nights? Well, because it so happens, as I was sitting at my 'puter this early am, my ears were perked by a steady tappy, drippy, thumpy noise. I couldn't fully identify it at first, but I had a nagging suspicion it was a water leak of one kind or another (the noise seemed to be coming from our half bath/laundry room). It was rather slow, so I waited for a few minutes to see if it continued, then labored up from my chair (remember I'm 35 weeks pregnant :D) and went to investigate.

Ok, so, I quickly find my suspicions were correct, and it was indeed water that was dripping, from my toilet no less. By an interesting, and I like to say, God ordained circumstance, there happened to be a baby potty training seat (you know, the kind that sits on the toilet to size it down so the little tyke doesn't take their first swimming lesson in the john?) sitting RIGHT UNDER where the leak was. This was, as I said, God ordained, in my opinion, because the material of the seat was what made the water drip audible. I'm not convinced I would have ever heard or noticed it, had it not been dripping on that vinyl seat. So, thank You, LORD!!!

Moving on, I'm wiping down the side of the toilet and silently praying that God will clue me in to where in the world this leak is coming from. And, though unvoiced, pleading that it will be more than simple, because, frankly, our house is sold, we're buying a "new" one, and we REALLY don't need to be replacing a toilet. Not that any time is good, really, to be replacing a toilet (though I'm sure I could find you the upside if I really tried *snort*), but, honestly, I've got other things on my mind at this point. God, in His graciousness, VERY quickly led me to the source, which was a lovely crack that ran from the top to almost halfway down the holding tank. On goes my fix-it hat. First, we try out the good ole, lower the water level and see if that takes it under where the crack starts. No such luck. M'kay, step two. Again, by God ordained "chance", I just happened to have been working in the garage a couple of days ago, packing anything and everything, and I found a lovely, unopened spare tube of caulking. I left that little bugger out, Praise Jesus, thinking it just might come in handy for a couple of things. Yes indeedy.

Three minutes later, caulking has been applied and I send off a thank you note to my Father in heaven, as well as my Dad, thanking both that Dad taught me from a young age how to fix anything and everything. I can't tell you how handy that knowledge has been over the years.

So, while late night drips aren't the pride of life, it's a heck of a lot better than finding a massive puddle in my bathroom tomorrow morning ;)

Sweet dreams!