Why did God make me? 1st question, Baltimore Religious text for childrem

So.    After a day of frenzied hysteria, induced by my mother over the question of Johnmybrother's pants which went walkabout at the nursing home, I decided to relax. As a drag on society and an inessential part of the race I figured a little relaxation would be nice.

"God made me to know Him and love Him in this world and the next." Answer to the title question.

But did he make me to fight with temperamental toilets? As per routine the innards of the downstairs toilet gave up the ghost. It does this frequently but this time I couldn't fix it. The interior workings seem to have rotted all at the same time.
In an effort to spare John the repair (Consists of muttering, trips to store and aggravation) I called a plumber.
Plumber came saw and fixed- he said.
That very night, secure in the operation of all the facilities, I went to sleep. Sounds wakened me. Raced into bathroom and was hit with a large spray of water. Not only was I wet all over, but I was treading in an inch or two of water spreading into the hall.
Shocked into wakefulness, I located and turned off the valve. This drenched my hair. I may have yelped a bit. I gathered  towels and whatever else and tried to dry the floor. The dogs were delighted by my dancing about and the cheerfully ran around, knocked over the gate on the stairs and visited John and the cat. I made them return downstairs. My efforts had the effect of drying out the nightgown and finally I fell asleep on the couch.
The next morning John came downstairs tripping the light fantastic. "You made a noise last night." he said making his way to the kitchen over the drenched towels on the floor. "And the dogs visited me." He opened the fridge and took out the milk. "Was anything going on?"

Someday I may speak to him again.