Did Somebody Call a Plumber?

So...I come home from work.... get ready to take a bath....
I'm in there.... I turn on the water....
I'm waiting...
....still waiting....
"Hey, Hubby? Can you check the pilot light? I can't get any hot water!"

....um...that's because the hot water heater is doing something...odd.
It's leaked water out the bottom in some hideously ugly yet functional pan, and it's making this I-might-be-leaking-gas sound.
That can't be good.

My first inclination: clean the house! If the fire department & gas company have to come out, our house is a mess! What will they think? They'll think that we are sloppy, lazy, unfit parents who let our kid rule the house with his insane amount of toys!

Instead, I call my dad.
He tells me to call a plumber.
Called Leslie's husband, the plumber.
Now, thanks to my hot water heater, I need a plumber.
I never really needed my own plumber before, and while I find it handy to have Leslie's husband be a plumber....I find it completely inconvenient that we even need a plumber.
Sometimes I just hate being a grown up.
Remember when we lived with our parents, and grown up problems weren't ours to deal with? When can I get THAT back?
Oh, but I still want the freedom of adulthood...
...and grown-up paychecks...
...and to be a mom...
...and have a checking account...
Okay----FINE. I'll deal with inconveniences of adulthood. But, I don't have to like it.

Oh! And the best part: found the warranty paperwork with the hot water heater b/c it was just installed 4 years ago. 11 years for free replacement...with the original receipt. We have the warranty paperwork...but no original receipt. Lucky us. And, the man who installed it & likely has or rather, HAD the original receipt---dead. He died.
....if I could just go through his belongings.....