March 23, 2009

Indoor Tsunami

Every good mess story deserves a good picture to go with it. Since at the time, I didn't think to take a picture, this will just have to do. But I think you get the idea.


It all started with the missionaries coming over for dinner. I only found out they were coming a couple hours before church started, and they were coming over right after church. So, I did the cooking, while Luke handled most of the cleaning.
Dinner went well and the house was quite presentable. Then Luke went to take the missionaries home and then off to do some ward missionary visits.
I was alone, with them.
It wasn't until a failed diaper, which had become overwhelmed by its contents required one of the boys to use the bathtub. When I pulled aside the shower curtain I was greeted by a large pile of towels that Luke, in his efforts to make the bathroom presentable, had hid in there. There were six towels total.
Not thinking much of it, I scooped them out and plopped them on the floor and continued on with the dirty job of cleaning up the nastiness.
After he was clean enough, his brother wanted to join him. Filling the tub with clean water and plenty of bubbles, I left them to go hold a crying Alayna and read to Savannah.
The boys sounded like they were getting along just fine so I let them be. The occasional plopping sound, like a towel hitting the water met my ears. But there was a washcloth in the tub so I didn't think much of it.
That was my mistake.
At one point, I glanced up and looked toward the bathroom. It was then I noticed the floor was reflecting! Then, without warning, the tsunami hit!
First, the was the "plop" followed by a large wave of water that made the leap between linoleum and carpet.
Jumping off the couch I ran to the bathroom. I will say that it was probably a good thing I was still in my knee length skirt that I had worn to church as I was quickly wet past my ankles. And there, sitting next to the tub on the floor, were six soaking towels.
Yes, that plopping sound came not from a cute little white washcloth with blue stars, but from the boys pulling these, rather large towels into the tub, and letting them slide back out again.
As we have done so in the past, we will skip over my reaction and pretend to listen to elevator music while frolicking through a world made of chocolate................................................................. ......................................................................................................
Ahh, much better. Some people get rainbows after a flood. Me, I get more laundry.

Downside to this tale:
When the toilet falls through the floor due to water damage I just KNOW they are going to blame it on us.

Upside to this tale:
My bathroom floor is now really, really clean.

7 super cool people speak:

Heidi said...

And I bet the boys enjoyed cleaning it, too!

Sarah said...

"Some people get rainbows after a flood. Me, I get more laundry."

*snort* Ain't that the truth.

Mama Smith said...

I need the boys to come and "wet" down the floors in my house...I think they need a THOROUGH going over....Come to think of it...didn't YOU and your siblings...SOAK down the "big room's" tile floor....in the attempt to "clean" the tile...but, required "bathing suits" to FINISH the job????? Hmmm...wonder WHY YOUR CHILDREN....come up with "similiar" ideas???? Hmmm.....(smile)

Serene is my name, not my life! said...

Oh ya! We would just line the tile with towels and pour bowls of soapy water over the floor then slide back and forth in our swimsuits! (sigh) The good ole' days.

Brittney said...

haha.. I love the skipping over your reaction part and dreaming of chocolate.

pcNut said...

I have to agree with Brittney. The part where you skip to a world of chocolate and frolick is AWESOME:)......................:)
Love You!

P.S. SO INCREDIBLY SORRY YOU HAD TO GO THROUGH THAT!!!! Sounds like a terrible, terrible nightmare!

Kira said...

Fabulous. Deep breath. Again, deep breath.

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