Murphy's law- Anything that can go wrong will go wrong!
Welcome to my world. Life is usually one gigantic debacle after another around here- So to keep from sitting in a corner and banging my head- I must laugh! Today is a perfect example - allow me to share:
The kids were out of school for MLK and the sun was shining. I took them to grab a bite and tootle around town. We were only gone for a few hours. The husband was off work and had made it back home from taking his dad to the doctor. He brought home a 4 pack of yummy cupcakes and then joined the children outside to play basketball. I thought I would take the time, while it was quiet and clip a few coupons and search the ads.
Fast forward 15 minutes
The husband comes into the den and looks a bit pale. He said "come down here and look at this"- so I figure it is worth a looksy and follow suit. He points out a puddle on the floor and traces the source. Our main water line! Oh GOODY! We have three sources to call- NO ONE CAN COME or they want to stick it to us for holiday pay. Of course they do.
He turns off the water to the house and I express to the children my concern over how filthy they have become playing outside. Tonight there will be no shower. Tomorrow is school. Crap- bottle water bath it is!
I figured we were done until the sun comes up tomorrow so I came back upstairs and started my coupon list again. Do you see my error there? I left the husband alone with a plumbing issue that would require him to pull out power tools- and I knew darn good and well- he would NOT be able to resist! I feel I am 50% accountable for the remainder of this story...
I hear the drill... I ignore the drill.
I continue to hear the drill- I walk downstairs.. "Watcha doin?"... his response- "I figure a plumber will have to make this hole bigger so I am saving on labor"... mmhmmmm
I go back up to continue my clipping- 10 minutes later the door that leads to the basement flings open wildly and it is our five year old- he screams "IT IS RAINING DOWNSTAIRS, Daddy was trying to be a PLUNGER" and then I hear it- the roar of water hitting the floor.
Now- I could say I was calm when walked to the bathroom and grabbed towels.. but what really happened is I was cussing like a sailor in my head and running like a rabid animal to retrieve any fabric that might soak up water!
When I hit the bottom of the steps and saw my soaking wet husband- I froze. His comment "I brought you cupcakes"...
to be continued... after he makes on average TWO trips to the home improvement store ;)