I had big plans for today. Cleatus was working a double shift, meaning he wouldn’t be home until 3 this afternoon instead of his usual 6am. I planned on waking up early, getting showered, getting the kids up and having breakfast and then kicking some major butt on our school work so that we could go to the splash park this afternoon. It was going to be the best day ever and I was so looking forward to it.

I had just laid down on the couch to watch Days of Our Lives and I was so comfortable and knew that I was going to drift off to sleep and sleep really well and Yay! A good night and a good day! What happiness!

And thats when I heard the noise.

I wondered if Cleatus had turned the washing machine on before he left because it sounded a bit like the spin cycle, but HAHAHA! NO! He wouldn’t do that. So, I sat there and willed myself to believe that I had turned it on and just forgotten about it. After a few seconds of wishful thinking I knew that I was going to have to face the fact that SOMETHING was wrong in our laundry room.

I slowly got up and crept back there, knowing that whatever it was would not make me happy.

I couldn’t see anything but I could certainly hear the sounds of water. I walked into the room and stepped on a pile of soggy clothes that I had tossed out of the dryer and neglected to fold. I looked at the water heater. And realized that the pipe pumping the water into the water heater had broken and so instead of pumping water into the water heater it was instead pumping water onto my floor. Lots of water. On my floor.

Cleatus was at work, but I didn’t know what to do so I ran out of the room and called him. He told me that I was going to have to GO IN THE CRAWL SPACE TO SHUT OFF THE WATER. The crawlspace? Haha. He’s so silly. That place is for BOYS ONLY. It is dark, it is made out of dirt, it has bugs and worms and snakes and spiders and did I mention it is THE BIG DARK WHOLE UNDER OUR HOUSE? So, instead of crawling down in it, I was able to move the dryer and just reach down into the OTHER crawl space opening and turn it off. Without actually going down into it. Which is good, because had I needed to get in the hole I probably would have drowned. There was so much water down in the crawl space that I’m surprised our house hasn’t drifted out to sea.

I got the water shut off, but of course that didn’t, you know, STOP THE WATER. The water needed to be turned off from the outside. But, I didn’t know how to do that, so it was left trickling out until this morning when my father in law came over and saved the day.

And then I mopped. And mopped. And mopped some more.

And didn’t do a bit of school work or anything else productive. But, hey, at least I got to play at the spray park. Sure, it was a slight inconvenience to have the spray park IN MY HOUSE, but whatever.

And now I’m going to go mop. Again.