Water, Water Everywhere and Not a Drop is Warm

Tomorrow, Aaron and I will be having some people over for dinner at our apartment for the first time (!!!), which means that today is the day I’m deep-cleaning the house for the first time since we moved in. Which was like, September. My bathroom is health-hazard nasty, and I know this only because it smells like ham. Yes, I know I’m the worst housewife ever, and will probably give my future children every disease known and unknown to man, natch. Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way…

So, in order to get cleaning, I decided I -needed- a shower first to wake up. “But wait!” my corner-cutting brain says. “I have a dishwasher! If I load it, I can take my shower and then unload it when I get out. No wasted time! And while we’re at it, why not do a load of laundry, too?  Brilliant!”

So, after sorting the clothes and loading the respective washers, I jump in the shower. I crank the knob all the way to the left, feeling smug that I can accomplish so much cleaning in so little time.

And nothing happens.

My shower, never a deluge to begin with, has been reduced to a mere trickle. And a COLD trickle at that. By the time the drops splash on my shoulders, they’ve lost all heat, regardless of where the knob is on the H spectrum. In short, those washers are sucking up all of my water, and the shower has no more to give.

Curse you, efficiency! Curse yooooou!