The Flood of 2012

So Josh was out of town on a "business" trip...and I was home with the kiddos.  This was the second trip in two weeks, so I was feeling a bit frazzled...frayed...fried...shall I continue?  Anyway, I had put the girls in the tub, got them clean and left them to play for a couple of minutes.  The girls are old enough to be fine in the tub for awhile, and this is a normally occurring phenomenon.  I was in the living room, half listening.  I was really only paying attention to their voices...that there were in fact two, and the sound level was normal and not choking or drowning or anything too crazy.

As I was waiting for them to finish, it suddenly dawned on me that, yes I was hearing the girls.  Yes, they were fine...having fun even; it was the other sound that caught my attention.  The sound of water.  Splashing.  Loudly.  Outside of the tub.  Don't ask me how I knew it was outside of the bathtub, I just did.  

So like any well educated adult, I waited to make sure I had really heard the sound I thought I did.  Yes, I really did.  I went flying into the bathroom and literally stepped into water.  Not a drop or two of splashed water, not even a puddle.  Closer to a pond.  Perhaps a lake even.  The water was over the tops of my feet.  Gasp.  Horror.  Are you freaking kidding me?  and OMG!  all rolled into one.  Ivy nearly emptied the tub onto the bathroom floor.  With a cup.  It took 15 towels to dry it up.  The floor has never been so sparkly.

I finally finished schlepping the towels into the washer and was thinking, WINE!  When Abraham hollers up from the basement.  "MOM!   There is water dripping from the ceiling!"  Of. Course. There. Was.  There had been so much water on the floor, that it had come down through the air vent into the room below.  Now I'm thinking cave in, ruined drywall, ruined tile, black mold, hysterical phone calls to husband, holy cow!  I called my builder friend.  He wasn't around.  I called my dad.  He calmed me down and we discussed options.  My builder friend called back, he had the same options.  Dry it out.  SHOULD be fine.

That is the story of the flood of 2012.  What can you do, but laugh until a little bit of pee comes out?