Hot Water.
It's really something that you don't realize is important...until it's not there. On Thursday night, I noticed that the boy's bath wasn't heating up. I assumed it was because I had recently run the washing machine, and just hadn't allowed the hot water heater enough time to recover. No biggie--it was warm, and the boys were fine. Later that night I went to wash a dish, and realized that the water seemed very cold...and it wasn't getting any warmer.
Uh oh.
It turns out that our water heater had died. Dead as a doornail. The pilot light wouldn't stay lit, and there was no piece that could be replaced to fix it. Looking online, it turns out that the water heater installed in our house frequently has this problem, and most people didn't keep it past two years or so (we've lived here for four years, and are unsure when it was purchased). Saturday Logan went to Home Depot and picked up our new (rather unexpected) water heater, and then he and my Dad had the fun task of installing it. Don't you just love little unexpected hiccups like this?
When Logan and I first got married and we moved into the house, our gas got shut off due to an error, and we were without hot water for three days. We have funny stories of boiling water to take showers and whatnot, but the stories are funnier to tell than to live. Hot water really is a "luxury", but I forget that in my day-to-day use of it. It seems weird to think that throughout most of history, people had to boil water themselves, taking a long time to do so, and had to think out ahead of time how much they would need to accomplish their task. I just turn on a faucet.
Such a little thing--but, boy! do I miss it when it's not there.