False alarm

I was first in the shower this morning at the oh-so-ungodly hour of 6:30 am. I am happily shaving my legs and humming the Song of the Day in my Head. What? You don't wake up with a Song of the Day in your Head every morning? I do and sometimes it is so off the wall, I can't believe that the neurons misfiring in my brain have the capability of pulling it out of their collective asses. Song of the Day in my Head ranges from Hannah Montana to Les Miserables to stupid commercials. And I have NO idea how it gets there. I don't wake up to music on my clock. I don't *think* anyone is singing to me in my sleep. Just another mystery in my life.

I digress. I'm shaving and humming and all of a sudden the water pressure drops to a slight trickle. I know it's not the sprinklers, so I'm perplexed. After about 5 minutes the water pressure returns to normal, but the water is barely warm. Even all the way to hot is barely passable for me to finish my shower (keeping in mind that I like my water temp set at "nuclear explosion"). I turn off the water and turn it make on, thinking maybe the anti-scald thing got messed up from the sudden drop in pressure. I just can't figure out what the heck is going on and I've got wild thoughts of exploding hot water heaters running through my head and visions of boiling spewing water filling the basement.

So I wake up Mr. Rx and make him go to the basement to check it out. Cause that's why we get married in the first place. He returns and reports that all seems normal and the hot water heater is heating water. He takes a coldish shower and I'm silently congratulating myself that I got up first for a change. We are having discussions about whether I should call a plumber, when Mr. Rx figures it out. On his way back up the stairs, he noticed that the hall bathroom light was on.

That would be our son, D. He got up, decided to take a bath, filling the ginormous hall bathtub with blistering hot water, stealing it all from his loving parents and EMPTYING a 50 gallon hot water heater.