Today something fun happened.
I went to post it as my status on facebook and then realized that I had too many words for a status update. Do you know what?
I have a blog! Perfect. Just the right amount of space to share.
I was teaching Kameryn piano lessons this afternoon, getting her prepared for our annual Halloween Recital (epic! as always.) And, because I am a mother, at the same time I was also picking up the mess in my kid's room getting Landon prepared for a desperately needed nap. (Why the child can't sleep in is beyond me).
I had just sat my bottom end back in the chair to help Kameryn pick a spooky sound for her recital piece when Cooper waltzed into the room. He had been having quite the time taking care of some business in the bathroom when I last saw him (while picking up the kid's room) so I was pleased to see he had completed the task at hand. (sorry if that's too descriptive)
Cooper came and stood next to the piano. I noticed a bit of water splashed on his shirt and thought perhaps he had gotten a little thorough with the hand washing. I remember looking at him. He had an interesting look on his face and I wondered why he was just standing there. But he seemed in no rush to say anything. So I just let him stand there, calming looking at me, as if he had nothing better to do.
3 minutes later....
"Mom, I flushed the toilet but it won't go down. So now there's lots of water coming out everywhere..."
{shrug.}
(the kid was calm as ever.)
What!?
I bolted out of the chair and into the bathroom.
There was a toilet plunger in the toilet, a single towel wrapped around it's base, and 15+ gallons of water on my bathroom floor and it was still gushing out of the top of the toilet tank like old faithful. I had never before seen a toilet overflown like that.
I plunged like there was no tomorrow, certain that at any moment my toilet was going fall through the floor and go crashing down into the basement below.
When I finally got the toilet plunged it was surrounded in 3+ inches of water. Water had seeped all the way onto my bedroom carpet and was flowing like a river straight for the kid's room carpet. (We have a jack and jill bathroom. 7 feet wide from door to door.)
I screamed at the kids to get as many towels as they could and we bolted in every direction, scrambled over beds, and digging through the laundry basket to obtain every towel we own.
When I finally laid the last towel down mere inches from the kid's carpet, I looked around to survey the damage.
Here is the conclusion I came too: I now get to finally use my shop vac to suck water out of my own home and I get to do 2 more loads of laundry. (I was 1 load away from being finished.)
Oh, and from what I just heard my children say from the basement, it looks as if I might have some water to sop up down there as well. (Just checked, probably at least 3 gallons of water made it's way down stairs.)
And, on the bright side, I'm thinking this might count as mopping my bathroom floor.
And that wasn't even on my list until Monday.
That makes me feel good.
It's about time I was ahead of the game.
