Seriously!?

Amanda on June 17th, 2008

It is amazing what relaxation and refreshment can be undone in a single moment.

As I came home from a morning at the beach with my family, arriving fresh from vacation last night, I lay both my sleeping children into bed for a nap while my husband went up to shower. I sat at my kitchen table to write my most inspired :) blog yet. As I pushed the “publish” button on my computer, I felt a trickle of water run down my back. I had to think, “Am I sweating?” Another trickle. “Did I spill something?” Another, followed quickly by another trickle. I look above me, right where my husband would be showering to see where the trickle is coming from. A huge water leak, and split in the ceiling! I run as fast as I can to stop him from showering and we come down stairs together knowing and fearing the worst. I can see both of our shoulders start to become tense and raise up, the stress of real life is hitting us smack in the face right about now!

Ahhhhh vacation. It was nice when it lasted.

Discuss (8)

Anne Imboden at 3:10pm June 17

I definitely know the feeling. Last month my husband was away on a pastor’s retreat, and I came home to find my entire kitchen under abt. 4 inches of water- our neighbors upstairs (we’re in an apartment) had a leaking dishwasher which was draining into my kitchen. It was a torrential waterfall right there on my countertop! For a week we had a giant hole in our ceiling. Ugh. I kept taking pictures of the damage on my cell phone & sending them to my husband, just to show him what he was missing.:-)

Niki at 10:35pm July 14

So, this is long, but when I wrote this in my own blog on another site today, I could not help but think of you Amanda!

MY DAY:
The more expressive Vinny becomes, the less he screams, and the easier he is to deal with. We had a pretty good day. We ran some errands and went to the park with Amber and Landon for lunch. They played in the water for hours and were happy happy. Vinny fell asleep on the way home (which, if you know me, you know is the BEST thing ever). I settled down to do some hard core cleaning.

The kitchen floor seems to constantly have a layer of juice on it, so I was SO ready to mop. Before mopping, I feel like it is necessary to take everything off the counters and do a complete counter wipe down too. When clearing the counters, I noticed the stove was looking dingy, so that needed cleaning too. It took longer than I thought, but I got through all that and was just finishing when Vinny woke up at around 5 (late nap).

Darn… I had totally thought I was going to get through all that and vacuum and put away laundry while he was napping. I gave him a light snack and put on Backyardigans so I could begin clearing stuff out of the living room to vacuum. Cleared the living room and went to put the stuff back in the kitchen (floor now dry). Vinny comes wandering in crying, “Mommaaaa…..”

“What’s wrong Vinny?” I ask as I pick him up, then GASP as I realize he is all wet, look at my arms… and see brown. Yes, brown… I turn him around, and he is COVERED in poo…. runny…. stinky… poo.

I do not know how I am going to handle accidents when we start potty training. I nearly lost it. I could barely clean him off (in the kitchen, on my clean floor, of course, because we cannot get poopy on the carpet and there is no bathroom downstairs and he is dripping) without vomiting. It took everything in me not to vomit.

Meanwhile, he will not stand still, has spotted the candy dish,which he does not realize is empty, and is begging for candy, so I rifle through the cabinet and give him a chocolate marshmallow leftover from easter. Anything to keep the poopy boy still. If there is anything worse than a poop-covered kid, it is chasing a poop-covered kid around your kitchen.

Finally, the poopy is all off, but I am so grossed out I can barely touch him, so I decide it is bath time. Bath goes well, until I get up to get a towel and look at the toilet seat cover (where I have been sitting, watching him play in the bath). Why is there brown on my beautiful mint green toilet seat cover? I am sure I got ALL the poopy off. Then I remember… oh no, what happened to that chocolate marshmallow he was eating? I feel my the back of my shorts and, sure enough, locate the crushed remains of his candy.

Thirty minutes, a mega-fit, and several articles of dirty laundy later, we finally made it downstairs in pajamas (both of us), to attempt to put together something (leftovers) for dinner at around 6:15. Not too bad.

It is now 10:00p.m. Having re-cleared the floor of toy cars and choo choo trains after Vinny went to bed, I just finished vacuuming. The laundry is yet to be put away. I have several things TiVoed that I was looking forward to watching when Vinny went to bed (appropriately enough, an episode of Baby Borrowers, which all non-parents MUST see for this very reason).

I’m tired…. I have given up. I have retreated to reggae and myspace. At this point, the laundry will wait until tomorrow.