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The Leaky Sink, A Different Flood, and An Update

In another post, I told you about last week and how the bathroom sink was leaking. It’s okay if you don’t remember, I will wait while you catch up.

The Bathroom Sink

On Friday we called the manager, who called the plumber, who couldn’t come until Saturday morning. The manager turned off the water to the bathroom sink to prevent it from leaking overnight and flooding again. Nothing like having 7 people not able to wash their hands in the sink after using the potty (good thing it was only for one night).

The manager also attempted to fix our toilet (in the five minutes that he was here) that runs or has the flappy thing (so technical, I know, but you still love me, right?) come unhinged all the time. More about the toilet later in this post (trust me, you don’t want to miss this story).

On Saturday morning, the plumber arrives, fixes the sink (in less that 30 minutes) and that is that. He had to replace the main faucet and the line in. I was completely and totally stressed for nothing (about that anyways).

A Different Flood

The rest of Saturday is spent tending to design client appointments (while keeping kids fed and somewhat happy – with new/old toys found in basement) and trying to get caught up.

Then comes Sunday. I don’t normally work Sunday. I really don’t like working Sundays. I usually long, all week, for a day away from the computer, but with the crazy week we had, I had to work all day Sunday and late into the night.

Let’s back track though…

It is Sunday evening and the kids have all had dinner and were playing nicely while Jonah and I both kept working on (The Sewing Stash) which you should check out because it is awesome (I am not biased or anything – Deana has only been my friend for over 20 years).

I was upstairs in the bedroom when I heard Elisha (he has autism – which you will see is important in a moment) say, “Dad, the toilet is clogged.” Then he went back into his room.

I seriously thought nothing of it and went back to work.

A little while later Malachi comes into the bedroom to show me some awesome drawings he was creating. He took the drawings and was on his way to his bedroom when I hear, “Ewe, yuck, oh gross, MOM.”

Um. Yeah. I seriously have no words.

Zion starts panicking and running around crying (Hosanna and Zion are both terrified the toilet is going to flood the house and wash them away). Malachi goes into Zion’s room and is peacefully drawing at the dresser. Elisha pops his head out the bedroom door and says, “I called dad to tell him that the toilet was clogged.”

Just a side note –> We have a new rule in our house. If the toilet is clogged, you have to walk up to dad’s face and tell him. You can’t yell from the top of the stairs.

I walk out into the hall. And water is EVERYWHERE. I am seriously not joking. It has not been that long since I heard Elisha call dad. How in the world…

I am standing in the hallway calling for kids to go to the basement to find towels. Scrounging around the hall closet, the clean laundry pile in my room, and the dirty laundry pile in the hall to find ANYTHING to soak up all this water. It was like someone had let the bathtub overflow. FOR. A. WHOLE. DAY.

Not enough towels in the house. Jonah, next time you tell me we have too many towels, I am going to remind you of the TOILET INCIDENT (which it shall be known as from this day forward). Do you remember the time when… I can hear it now. We will be telling our grandchildren around the dinner table 20 years from now.

Okay, so we are assuming the toilet (not liking that toilet right now, never have, but that is another story) clogged, kept running, overflowed, and (get this part, oh my goodness) FLOODED the bathroom, the hallway, and all the way down the hall into the boys bedroom. It also flowed down the bathroom floor vent, into the heating duct, and into the basement.

We have had a heavy duty fan on it since that evening and it is only now starting to feel drier.

All I have to say about that is this: I am glad it was pee and not the brown stuff or I might have been crying for the rest of the night (or still).

And An Update

I got a call from the doctor’s office this morning. I have my appointment to see the ear, nose, and throat man (about the lumps in my head) at the end of August. I have been told by a close friend that the doctor I will be seeing is “The Best.” All the nurses, at the hospital, say he is awesome.

The receptionist, at my doctor’s office, also said that I should hear about my ultra sound appointment date in the next couple of days.

I am aware of the lumps most of the time. The lumps are annoying. I have been having headaches as well as general pain in the areas where they are. I am resting as much as possible and trying to balance family, work, and everything else.

Thank you for the prayers, we appreciate them.

PS –> On a happy note, I am formatting some pictures of our day at the water park last week. It was a really fun day. I came home with a sunburn (which is nicely tanned now). I packed everything: changes of clothes, towels, and food, but I forgot to pack the sunscreen.

Gotta Get Up

I woke up this morning all freezing cold. Well, no wonder. My daughter crawled into bed beside me some time during the night and took all the blankets. So, I get up in a mad rush to use the potty (because I am freezing cold) only to discover that I had fallen asleep in my clothes (good thing or I would have been really cold).

I think, it is light enough to be morning and maybe time to get up, but I really hope it is not. The house is quiet and no kids are making noise, so maybe I can sleep for a little bit longer. I sneak a quick look at the clock on the computer as I crawl back into bed. Only 7am. I can still sleep for two more hours. My heart leapt with sheer delight.

Now, let me tell you something. None of us in this house are morning people. We usually sleep in until 8 or 9 am, but that is only after years of training the kids. Not to mention it is summer and the kids have not been going to bed until 10pm when I can sort of convince them that it is dark enough to be bedtime.

Okay, so I crawl back into bed to catch a few more winks. A little while later Zion crawls in bedside me with the iPad asking me to type in something. I am really good at typing in my sleep now (I have had enough practice to almost become a professional). So Zion is on one side of me with the iPad and in comes Hosanna with a Nexus 7 asking for the password. Zion has all the passwords memorized, but Hosanna has yet to figure them out (but that is probably a good thing because she always deletes all my apps). She puts on Netflix and snuggles in beside me.

There I am, trying to catch a few more minutes of sleep as I listen to Toy Story in one ear and a different movie from the other. Before I know it, they are done snuggling and off to play with the toys they found yesterday, while helping daddy clean the basement.

And then a few moments later Hosanna is rummaging for leftovers in the fridge (all the others are able to wait for breakfast, but not Hosanna). She eats like a bird, but she is always hungry first thing in the morning.

Now, it is really time to get up. The kids need breakfast. I need coffee. Well, all that and the kids undid and entire day of housework this morning (they could seriously get jobs as tornadoes)…  And the plumber will be here in 30 minutes.

So, how is your morning looking?

Our Bedtime Song

I stayed up late to work. Yes, I know I should be sleeping. My daughter should be sleeping too.

We heard these weird cries that almost sounded like cats mating outside. Please don’t tell Hosanna that her agitated late night cries sound like cats in heat. That wouldn’t be very nice.

Well, anyways… we were in the living room and we kept hearing these weird noises. We couldn’t figure out if it was coming from upstairs or outside. Jonah went upstairs and left the hall light on in case she was having nightmares. He came back down and got settled back to work, but then we heard it again.

We discovered it was Hosanna.

Not sure what her problem is tonight, except maybe that she had a bad dream or mayonnaise?  It does have eggs in it and she has been reacting to eggs again lately. Anyways, Jonah brought her downstairs to sleep on the couch. Which brings me to why I am writing this post.

History –> When I was preparing to wean the twins (forever ago), I made up this medley of songs to sing as they were going to bed. It was a big help. Only problem is they demand it almost every night. I have to sing over and over until they fall asleep. Except on the nights when they tell me, “No song.” They only do that because they know that they will fall asleep right away. Seriously. We always joke that we need to make a tape (okay, digital recording – who remembers what a tape is anyways?) for their spouses to play for them at night. Within 10 minutes they are out. Sometimes I sing really SLOW (I am talking really slow, so slow that I almost put myself to sleep). Other times I sing loud and out of key (well, maybe I sing out of key all the time, but there are times when I do it loud and on purpose).

Okay, so Jonah brought Hosanna down fussing and all itchy (note to self – buy Benadryl tomorrow). He put her on the couch and I started singing our song. Only this time, I changed all the words. She didn’t notice. She only noticed the tune. And within a few minutes, she was sound asleep again.

I love you in the morning and in the afternoon.

I love you when your screaming underneath the moon.

I love you.

I love you when you’re cranky and all bent out of shape.

I love you when you’re fussing and won’t go back to sleep.

I love you.

and so on… (I would type all the words, but I can’t remember them, but I know you get the point).

Jonah was snickering as I was singing, but it worked. It also did something else. It changed my frustration to thankfulness. It reminded me that I do love her when she is screaming and fussing and cranky and miserable. I love her just as much then as when she is her happy hyper self (which she is just about all the time). I have no idea what was causing her to wake tonight, but extra snuggles are on the agenda tomorrow.

Here is our regular bedtime song:

I love you in the morning and in the afternoon.

I love you in the evening and underneath the moon.

I love you.

I love you, you love me.

We’re a happy family.

With a great big hug and a kiss from me to you.

Won’t you say you love me too.

Jesus loves the little children.

All the children of the world.

Red, brown, yellow, black, and white.

They are precious in His sight.

Jesus loves the little children of the world.

Jesus loves me this I know.

For the Bible tells me so.

Little ones to Him belong.

They are weak, but He is strong.

Yes, Jesus loves me x 3

The Bible tells me so.

The B-I-B-L-E, yes that’s the book for me.

I stand alone on the word of God.

The B-I-B-L-E.