Thursday

Let me tell you a little bit about Thursday...I woke up at 7:15 and thought, "I don't have to be up for 15 more minutes"...so I went back to sleep. I was in and out of sleep and I kept hearing this noise, a high pitched squealing, like a car was running outside with a belt that needed to be replaced. At 8:00 (whoops, overslept) I got up and went out into the living room and realized that the squealing is not a car outside, it is coming from down in the basement. Oh, crap. The only thing that could be making that noise is the flood alarm. Sure enough, I go downstairs and the laundry room has flooded out onto the carpet (this is like 8th time or so since we've moved here). So I go up and call the landlord (remember Ryan is gone), then I go see if the breaker is tripped (nope), then back downstairs to shake the pipe on the pump to see if that helps. Nothing works so I finally just unplug the pump and plug it back in - the pump kicks on and the water starts draining down. Great. Now I've gotta get all the kids up, fed, dressed and ready to take Caden to school (his school runs until the end of next week). So since Lincoln is potty trained I send him in to go while I'm changing Aile. All of a sudden he starts crying: this in and of itself is nothing new. So I ask him what's wrong as I lean back and look into the bathroom. He's standing at the toilet with his "hose" pointing at his feet and I realize that he has accidentally peed on the floor. Super. So into the bathroom I go to help him take off the wet pajamas, etc. I get the pajamas off and glance around and realize there is pee on the side of the cabinet, all over the toilet paper, on the front of the cabinet and on the counter top. It's like somebody turned on a firehose and didn't control it. I unroll the toilet paper that's been sprayed and use it to sop up what's on the floor, toss it into the toilet and flush. And now the toilet's clogged. By the time I got everything cleaned up, unclogged, and disinfected, I was feeling pretty close to the edge. It's 8:20 now and I can't believe this day, so I called my mom and related our morning. She just laughed and it made me feel better. I would prefer not to repeat this morning EVER.