Water

I'm finally feeling on top things.  The dishes are done, our beds are made and I just started my second load of laundry for the day.  The boys are enjoying a snack and have been getting along pretty well.  Sam's practicing his counting, "... thirty-eight, thirty-nine, thirty-ten, thirty-eleven..." and Max babbles right along thinking he's counting, too.  Ahhh, I like moments like this. 

But suddenly we hear something.  The washing machine upstairs sounds like it's jumping up and down.  Sam and Max look terrified.  "What IS that?"  Sam screams.  I reassure them that everything is fine and dash upstairs to take a look for myself. 

Water.

Water!

All over the floor.  Ahhh, I hate moments like this.

I peak behind the washing machine to find the hose totally unhooked and water pouring, no, shooting, out the back.  After a quick scream, I rush to the bathroom to grab a bucket from under the sink.  In my attempt to empty the bucket of the cleaning supplies it holds, I dump bleach all over my bathroom rug.  Awesome. 

I get the bucket in place and frantically search for a knob, a handle, anything to turn the water off.  I finally find it, grab some towels to soak up the sopping floor, and feel like I've got the situation under control.  Phew.  That could have been much worse, I think to myself.

I can hear Max downstairs yelling 'water!'  "I'll be right there!" I yell back, as I run downstairs to get Max the drink of water I think he's wanting so badly.  As I'm walking back into the kitchen I can see both boys staring up at the ceiling.  Sam's giggling and Max is yelling 'water' over and over.  I look up and sure enough Max was right.

Water.

Water!

Pouring through the light fixture above our kitchen table.  Ahhhhh, I hate moments like this!

In a panic, I grab the phone and try to call Eric.  Like that's going to help.  Even if by some miracle he could answer his phone, what could he do to help when he's downtown at work?  So, I do the only other logical thing I can think of...call my mom.  Yeah, Utah's far away, but moms know everything, right?  Thank goodness she answers the phone. I explain my wet situation and she calmly gives me a few tips.  I grab some bowls and pots to catch the water as I'm talking to my mom.  Max thinks this looks like fun.   So while I'm a little preoccupied, Max grabs a bowl of his own to help out with the situation.  He just happens to grab a glass serving bowl and promptly drops it on the floor where it breaks into about 40 pieces. 

"Uh-oh!"  he yells.  Awesome. 

I move Max away from the glass and start picking up the pieces, all while on the phone.  I get the big pieces of glass thrown in the garbage and turn around to find Max tipping over the bowls that are still catching the water falling from the ceilling.  Seriously?

"I've got to go, Mom."  I say and hang up the phone to start cleaning up the other mess that's just been created. 

I look at my kitchen.  Towels everywhere.  Glass on the floor.  Water still dripping from the light fixture.  I can't help it.  I start to cry.  What else was there to do but shed a few tears?  Sam and Max give me hugs and look a little worried at the sight of their sobbing mother.  Sam tries to reassure me by telling that he'll fix things by taping some towels to the ceiling.  He sets off determined to find the tape.  His thoughtfulness makes me laugh, and laugh, and laugh.  I can't stop laughing. 

How quickly my peaceful little morning had changed. 

I think things are under control now.  The ceiling is still a little damp, but at least I've dried my tears.

Oh man, I can't wait until Eric gets home.