The pipes from the bathtub upstairs froze yesterday and burst today. I came downstairs early this morning and walked into the dark kitchen. Umm... wet feet. Not good.
Snuck back upstairs and whispered to Sean to get up. He confirmed my suspicions. Lovely.
Now we are in the process of moving the cast iron tub so he can fix the pipes underneath it. He can't get to them from the kitchen below.
Since we are in the process of making a new kitchen it isn't really all as bad as it could be - other than the fact that I'll have a torn apart ceiling for a few months until the new kitchen is done.
The upstairs bath will be redone later this year after we put a bathroom downstairs. It couldn't have gotten much uglier than it was already. There were no regrets having to tear that hideous tile off the wall to pull the tub out!