I woke up early. I love early risers because I steal for myself for a moment of peace while the other triggers of my spin are still gobbling up the remnants of their NReM sleep phase.
A stream of cold water over my face makes that moment less dreamy, but no less like I'm dreaming because I'm cooking porridge right now, with jazz gurgling in the background. I'm looking forward to my first morning coffee. Homemade, without milk, sugar and other blasphemy of homemade coffee.
Taking a shower... How does the thought of fogged glass in the bathroom invigorate me, how beautifully do I wrap myself in the largest cotton towel and then... Since there is no hot water, I turned on the water heater last night? Wait, something slower goes for sure, now it will be warmer as soon as this residual cooler jet swells first. But nothing. There is no hot water.
I'm literally panicking. With two young children, you know that hot water is your greater ally than your spouse. It's not to me so much to my morning shower as to the sequence of events of the day that each require a water heater that's full. And that works.
From the master at the invitation, and also on the recommendation, I gave up a long time ago. The former are unverified, the latter are inaccessible.
But there is also a third option, for me for several months now - the first and only.
I slide my finger across the screen of my phone and the little orange support staff in my house - the MostApp app - as if smiling at me from the screen, all of us. I already know everything, I am, if it may be so to speak, a young veteran in using MostApp, so in literally a couple of clicks I scheduled Nemanja who confirmed my arrival on the same day.
In the meantime, life flowed even though the hot water from the water heater did not, the children did standard acrobatics on my borders, sofa and shelves, and Nemanja arrived ahead of time.
With a couple of expert glances at the stunned state (not me and the children, thank God), I learned that limescale is a scum that accumulates everywhere inside the water heater, then something works there, then something else happens, then the heater weakens and finally - MostApp prevented almost a nervous breakdown.
Not to go any further because I am not a professional, you see above by the description, Mr. Moster replaced the heater and cleaned the water heater, and in just about an hour the red light on the water heater again flashed promisingly. My red light, again promisingly, went out.All the pleasure, stemming from morning dissatisfaction, I paid through the app, and the bathroom behind Nemanja remained cleaner than behind my children, really.
The day continued to go according to plan, Moster Nemanja continued its march on the other dilapidated water heaters, valves, siphons and fountains, and I honestly thought how nice it is when you have the comfort that with your first morning coffee, with the help of the fingers of one hand and the profile on the MostApp application you solve the problem on the same day. And I remember the days, not that I do not remember, when the repair of the water heater was waited for several days at a time. Hey, Mom, if you only knew how much easier it is for me now (and you gave birth to a character who made it possible for me).
Until the next repair and the red light that lights up, and does not mean that the woman is angry...
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