Sometimes I think my life is rather boring. Everyday is the same thing. Especially as a mom. Doing dishes, and playing Polly’s day in and out doesn’t exactly fit into the exciting category!
Yesterday afternoon however didn’t quite fit into the boring category either.
Since Lilani is a now a newer happier version of Lilani, and I now have the ability to put her down for a nap and live my boring life, I was debating between taking a nap myself or catching up on some laundry and cleaning the bathroom.
Oh to have options, what a beautiful thing.
Catching up on laundry won over the nap. I threw in a load of baby clothes into the washer, and took my mountain of dry clothes downstairs to fold. After the clothes were folded, I again debated over the nap or the dirty bathroom. My pillow was calling my name, but my bed was now covered in little piles of folded clothes so I opted to just clean the bathroom. That way I’d at least get to take a shower.
I was feeling pretty good about my day as I collected the cleaning supplies and went up the stairs. It’s been so long since I have had all three kids happy and content, the house in semi order… and everything on my to do list was almost complete. Beautiful.
And then I heard the sound of rushing water. Before stepping into the kitchen I knew what had happened. The washer had overflowed. I couldn’t believe how much water had already run into the kitchen already on it’s way into the dining room! There was atleast 1/2 inch in the kitchen, a full inch in the laundry room, and two inches on the porch of soapy water laughing at me. I slid into the laundry room and shut off the washer foolishly thinking that was going to stop the water.
It didn’t.
I unplugged the machine, and yet water kept coming.
I ran outside hoping to find a neighbour who could save me.
Nobody was home.
The water continued to flow and flow.
I wrote my MIL hoping she was online and could give me some suggestions.
She wasn’t online.
I cursed a few times. Stomped my feet a few times.
Finally the water slowed down to a stop.
I sighed a sigh of relief.
Caleb stopped laughing at me.
Our dog stopped barking at me.
And I began cleaning up my new mess. So much for options.
Without thinking I accidently plugged the washer back in. It took me at least a full 10 minutes before I realised what I had done! The waterfall came back, this time with renewed force.
Lili woke up and began crying.
Our security guard came by on his bike doing his rounds. I half considered calling him inside to help me, but Mother in distress hardly fit his job discription.
Our dog began barking at us again.
I ran back outside hoping someone was there to help. Nobody.
I picked up the phone, before throwing it back down in laughter. As if anyone was going to understand with my portuguese the crisis I found myself in.
I facebooked my problem.
I considered the thought that maybe I spent too much time on facebook.
I thought about how this was going to make excellent blogging material.
I grabbed a bucket and began throwing water out of the washer wondering where the water hook up was in the house ( turns out it is actually outside)!
Now I am laughing hysterically.
Lili is finally asleep on my shoulder.
And Caleb no longer needed a bath.
Then I spotted a valve behind the washer. I took the risk and turned it.
Water stopped flowing.
I decided to wash the floors. It was an easy decision, even though it wasn’t on my to do list. I imagined the scene in PippiLongstalking where she washed the floors, by skating on sponges.
I considered looking for sponges.
I never got my shower, nor my nap. But I got a story.
And an exciting afternoon.
I decided that having a boring life was ok afterall.
