Then call me a weenie. I think I mentioned my shower wasn’t working. We went from bathing at a friend’s, to using a hose from the kitchen sink (ever want to have fun? Run a hose fifteen feet, in a house with a four-year-old, and see what happens! You won’t believe the possibilities!) to using pliers to turn on maybe half the flow we had before. And the landlord kept saying he was going to fix it.
At first he said he didn’t realize we couldn’t use it at all. That was after a week and a half without. So he and the plumber came, and when they left–we could turn it on with the pliers! (which were graciously left in our possession) With those, and a washcloth wrapped around the shower plunger (the little thingy that has to stay up, if you want water coming from the showerhead instead of the tub faucet) and great balance to keep a toe in the end of the faucet, I could get a shower. Tell you one thing, once I survived that, everything else in my day was easy!
That was two days ago. They both left, and haven’t been seen since. But the thingy we’re pulling out with the pliers got stuck today, and we had to turn the water off to the whole house (that’s three apartments) to keep from flooding. So I’m betting he shows up today.