I pride myself on being prepared. I always leave the house with all the kid’s snacks, drinks, extra clothes, stuffies, and, of course, the kids themselves. The other day a series of events let me to realize that no matter how prepared I am and how much I thought I knew, I was obviously trusting my kids too much- especially the youngest.
The other day was my son’s birthday and as soon as my daughter came home from school we were going to head out and go to Build-a-Bear and then meet my husband at Chuck-E-Cheese for some pizza. My daughter’s bus had a new driver and was running late, VERY late. As all of us parents huddled around on the street with common looks of WTF on our faces, it finally comes down the street. Now we are running about 20 minutes behind where we need to be so as soon as she gets in, we rush and get a snack and get in the car. I never even thought to check in any rooms. One, two, three peas? Ok, here we go! I had NO idea what was happening in the back of the house.
We have an awesome afternoon, building bears, eating pizza, singing happy birthday….no one knew what havoc was occurring in our house. In the bathroom. By my 3 year old.
A wayyyyyyys back, I wrote a post called Sh*t that happens when you have 3 kids and this event kinda falls into that same category. I am outnumbered here, even if I am lucky enough to have my husband home. I think that Michelle Duggar is on the money by assigning all her older kids a younger kid to watch and be in charge of. If I had been smart enough to do that, we may not even be having this conversation now!!!
Cut to a few fun hours later….we get home, kinda late. The kids are already fighting in the car about who’s present Jacob liked more. One daughter is crying, one is hitting, and one mama can’t wait for a glass of wine. We pull in and I order the kids to get their jammies on and wash their hands and face. Of course when I am bringing in all the crap from the car, my son is opening the Spiderman web shooter that I said NOT to open, and NOT doing what I asked. I am getting annoyed. And then I hear it. “MOM!!!!! DAD SAID COME HERE IT’S AND EMERGENCY!!!” Oh sh*t. This better be a real emergency and not just the fact that the bathroom needs toilet paper. Well I get my wish (unfortunately).
I enter our bedroom and see it and feel it. The ENTIRE floor is covered in about an inch of water. “Who did this???” my husband yells. Hannah (the 3 year old) runs away and hides in her room. It turns out, that sometime in the hub-bub of my daughter’s bus being late, Hannah decided she wanted to make an ocean for her plastic whale to swim in in our bathroom sink. She got distracted and forgot it was running.
When I was busy bringing in the crud from the car, my husband went back in our room to change out of his work clothes to see the floor covered with water and the bathroom door closed. He opens it to find the bathroom sink, stopper closed, and turned on FULL blast. For 5 hours. Yes you read that correct. FIVE HOURS. When he opened the door, the water rushed out, Titanic style onto the floor. When he stepped on the carpet, the water covered his shoes.
My 7 year old eco-conscious drama queen starts screaming “Hannah!!!! Now we are all going to DIE because there isn’t enough water for everyone!!!” Jacob just jumps around in the puddles and Hannah has run away. I order my husband to run to the grocery store and rent a Rug Doctor and I deal with the kids. But first I pour a glass of wine. True story.
I get the kids in their pj’s, brush their teeth and have a serious talk with Hannah about NOT leaving the sink filling with water for her whale, followed by some kisses and hugs.
It takes approximately one minute for the sink to fill with water. That means there was approximately 300 sinks full of water on our bedroom and bathroom floor. So much water in fact, that it came through the wall into the master closet, living room and OUT of the house onto the back patio. We lost one bathroom scale, one package of cotton balls, several tampons and panty liners and, much to my husband’s dismay, one copy of The Bro Code. It could have been worse. I still can’t believe my dog didn’t even TRY to help. What a punk!
Silver lining: I found an unopened package of q-tips hidden underneath the sink and our bedroom rug has never looked so clean.
So today’s pro parent tip is being written to the hum of fans drying our rugs and the washer cleaning all the towels we own…
ALWAYS check the bathrooms BEFORE you leave the house. Trust me.
As I post this, I am having to call the insurance company because the house STILL has a musty yucky smell and obviously Operation Fix-it-Ourselves is NOT working :/ So learn from me here…I know I’ll NEVER leave the house again without doing a sweep for running water!!