Saturday, July 26, 2008

THE FLOOD...my bad!

Uh, yeah! I had a rough day, yesterday. I just wasn't having an 'A-game' day. Not that I was having a bad day...I just had a day long series of dumb-ness. I won't even get into the stupid ones during the day. It was the one at the end of the night that was the killer! I was tired, lets just start off with that. Kurt, Maysun and I had gone out for dinner, came home and were working on settling down for the night. Kurt was outside shooting his bow and I was trying to get Maysun into the bathroom for a bath. One of my girlfriends called and needed a friend to lean on. So I started a very serious conversation with her. I started a bath for Maysun and sent her outside to 'count' for Kurt. Which should have only lasted like two minutes. I sat down on the couch and got lost in conversation.
A little while later, Maysun comes running through the house crying. I FORGOT ABOUT THE RUNNING WATER!!!! I'm such a bad mom, wife, and homeowner! The tub ran over and water was everywhere in the bathroom and leaked into the basement. (Onto my wedding stuff, mind you!!! Thank god I am anal and have everything in Rubbermaid totes!!!) So we soaked up the mess with towels and turned on some fans. I don't think there is much damage, but I feel like the worlds biggest idiot! DUH... I could hear the water running in the background. Obviously, I wasn't paying attention. Well, at least no one drowned :)!!!

3 comments:

http://pamwardenart.blogspot.com said...

Hope you get to come up north again soon too :)
Thanks for the sweet comments.
Hugs little princess :-)
Pam
HRH

Tiffany said...

Ok, first of all. I think you are a great mom, and wife. Instead of getting mad, you just said, "oh well, the floor needed to be washed anyways." I wish I could say I would have been that cool in that situation. And nothing is damaged and I do appreciate you being there for me. I don't know what I would have done without you! I love you tons!

Katie Rosenthal-Mayer said...

Oh Tiff... most days I would have come unglued and screamed uncontrollably. But because it was totaly and completely my fault, I couldn't really yell at her. I just felt so stupid. Who forgets about running water. All I could think of as I was cleaning up the mess was the movie 'Home Alone' where the burgler calls himself the 'wet bandit' because he would turn on a faucet, plug the drain and the peoples house would flood. On top of being robbed. I really do live in my own little world!