I'll quit the kitchen bitching...when there's nothing more about which to bitch.
The plumber came today...90 minutes later than the end of the three-hour window. But hey, I didn't want to be at the office anyway, because that's all stressful too, right? And I won't have time to use those hours on actual vacation, plus I can't afford vacation because I'm spending all my money on redoing my kitchen. Which is fine, because spending money on the kitchen is esaier than doing the work myself and having to spend lots of time and energy...oh wait.
Anyway, the plumber hooked everything back up again, and it's all working fine, and I go downstairs to turn the circuit breaker back on, and I hit the puddle of water on the floor, and I fall on my ass, and I get up and turn the breaker on, and I start upstairs, and then it registers.
Why was there a puddle on my basement floor?
I look up and see a steady drip of water off the corner of a ceiling tile.
Isn't it handy that there's a plumber in the kitchen?
Cut to the chase...at some point when somebody moved the dishwasher the supply line got disconnected, and from the time the plumber turned the water back on, water's been flowing through the new kitchen floor and down to the basement ceiling.
It could have been worse.
Someday I'll look back on this and laugh.
But for tonight...bitching.