I could title this post "The Glamorous Life" or even "Raining Poop" but I decided to tell the story of the entire morning and not just the bathroom crisis. My morning started very early since my friend convinced me to try the water fitness class that starts at 5:30. Despite Gabriel's warning, the instructor assured us that it wasn't the senior citizen class, it was serious cardio. It was pretty evident upon arrival that we were the only two members under the age of 60. Tomorrow, I'm heading back to my favorite tread-mill! I got home promptly at 7:00 and started moving the kids to appropriate directions. JD had to go into work late, just so he and the boys could have their PPD tests read at the clinic. We decided to cram in him going to the Post Office for passports as well. Our plan was he could take Alyssa to the P.O. and then I would meet him at the clinic with the boys and pick up Alyssa to get her to school.
When I headed down-stairs to wake up Gabriel, I heard dripping water; I simultaneously heard Julia screaming, but that isn't out of the ordinary enough to arouse alarm. I switched on the unfinished bathroom light down-stairs to see water lightly running from the ceiling. Of course, the bathroom is conveniently a place to stash stuff, so it was raining down unto a mattress and countless other items that Gabriel decided to store in there. Not knowing what the issue was, I ran upstairs to Julia's screams from the upstairs bathroom. I suddenly knew where the downstairs water was coming, as the upstairs was flooding to the point that it was about to come out into the hall. Julia was on the toilet crying that she flooded it and couldn't escape the flood. There was nothing to do at that point but throw down a dozen towels to stage a rescue. I did what any respectable wife would do after rescuing their child from the toilet flood - I called my husband.
We quickly rearranged plans and he came home to deal with the flood. I then loaded Alyssa and took her to school. I came back up the driveway with about 10 minutes to spare to get the three boys to the clinic. I didn't even have time to check on JD's unclogging efforts (in his work attire) before I got Alei (who had to now make the boy's trip since I didn't want to go twice) and the boys out the door. Of course, I couldn't find Alei's lab order, but at least we could do the first PPD visit with her. We had some delay and billing issues, but I was able to arrive home before 10:00 so that Gabriel and I could thoroughly clean out the downstairs bathroom. I had him back the truck up and load most of it for the dump. I sent him on the dump run while I continued to clean. About the time of mopping, he called me frantically to tell me that the truck ran out of gas (the gauge doesn't work) and he was sitting in the middle of the road. (What he didn't elaborate on at that point was the fact that he had also lost a mattress over the side and was going back for it when he had the gas issue.)
After another frantic call to JD, and switching to the 2nd tank of gas, Gabriel completed his 2nd trip to the dump and I finished by mopping both bathrooms. I would like to say that the day slowed down considerably, but I'm not sure that is the case.
Aren't you glad this is one of my few picture less posts? Unfortunately, there are more of us plagued with the virus that Elijah had. Hopefully we are getting all the sickness (and the floods) for the year wrapped up at the very beginning.