4.19.2009

The Great Flood of 7:30 Last Night

Ahhh. The uneventful weekend. What I've looked forward to for a week.

You know....

Laundry. Jammies. Junk food. Movies. Sleeping late. Blog reading. The Great Flood.

Say what?

Oh. Yes. The Great Flood of 7:30 Last Night.

What every great relaxing weekend at home needs....a little flood to shake things up a bit!

Here's how it went down...

I was somewhere between the couch and the laundry room and watching Boy TV. I had just downed my forty-fifth Diet Dr. Pepper of the day and was making my forty-fifth trip to the bathroom. The boys were piled in my bed watching Scooby Doo (since their daddy had hijacked the other TV), and I said something to them in passing. Probably something like, "Stop karate kicking your brother because you are messing up my bed while you're doing it, and I don't want to have to remake my bed," or "Stop jumping on my bed because I don't want to get out of my jammies to take you to the emergency room." So I said something super motherly and walked on into my bathroom.

AND MY FOOT HIT WATER.

And it sloshed. Because there was a ton of it.

Inches of water covering my bathroom floor.

And it was still coming.

Because SOMEONE plugged up my sink and turned the water on. And then forgot about it. And then went to my bed and karate kicked their brother while they watched Scooby Doo. And then looked stunned when their mother grew horns after her foot hit water.

I still don't know which one did it. No one can "remember." And each lost their ability to tattle when I needed them to. So I just went Crazy Mom on all 3 of them.

And then I had to use all my towels to soak up the water. Which meant more laundry.

And now my room stinks. Like flood.


I love my life.

14 comments:

Stephanie @ My Answered Prayer said...

You sure you don't make all this up!

I live a boring life!

Mich said...

Is this where you say, "Michele, I'm putting them in a box and mailing them to you?!"

Mich said...

It's me again...
Sorry, I "outed" you. I had a weak sister moment, when writing that made me feel better about myself. Forgive me?

I know you are proud of me, though! :)

Hope you have a great week! Love ya!

snoodlings.com said...

Oh, no!! Hope this is a better week, Mrs. Noah!

Lori Motl said...

I wish I could have been there to take you out for a pineapple diet dp. That's what I was doing about that time...running away from home...to Sonic. I would have come by and picked you up!

The Bowden's said...

Oh no! Well, you know how the days go at my house so I feel your pain! :)

Carpoolqueen said...

Sounds like my great flood of Spic and Span, where they wanted to "help" me mop and poured out the ENTIRE jumbo bottle of Spic all over the kitchen floored and slopped it around.

Full.

Strength.

Cleaner.

Full.

Strength.

Bite My Tongue.

Tiffani said...

Holy Sinkflood, Batman!!

Wowzers. Well, if nothing else you've nurtured their ability to protect and serve EACH OTHER and you know if someone is accusing them of something they've got each other's backs, right????!!!! ;)

So, so sorry!

If you makes you feel any better I cannot even finish my mounds of laundry b/c I have NO.ZIP.ZILCH. detergent. AND, I'm not going to get any until I have more than THAT one reason to get out...

Today will most certainly be better...unless you get to school and YOU find Rambo..that would NOT be a good Monday.

Okay, what is UP with my chattiness?? leaving. now.

buscher3 said...

Oh goodness! Good thing you caught it when you did!

Jennifer said...

Oh no! That's not fun! Have your horns disappeared yet??? hehehe!

Kendra said...

At least it wasn't the toilet!

mer@lifeat7000feet said...

I know you weren't laughing, but that is pretty funny.

Tell Lori to call you next time she's heading to Sonic.

For some reason I can't get the band Sonic Flood out of my mind right now.

joannawakefield said...

Hmmmmmm...
stopping up a drain and forgetting about it...

something about that seems sooooo familiar....

Michele said...

Oh me . . oh my . . . life with 3. Yep, I'm one of those crazy moms with 3 kids to . . . I feel your frustration girl!!!It makes for a good laugh and a good story, right?