2 inches of water...

Imagine you are me... checking your emails. JUST your emails. Not even blogging or surfing blogs. Just checking emails. You go in the bathroom cuz your 2 boys wanted to get in the tub. No big deal. They are usually really good in the tub. They had poured a little water on the bathroom rug. I told them not to do that because it is making the floor rot. I take the bath mat / rug out of the room and come back in to reply to one email. Just one. I hear Archer starting to cry.

Picture from a few days ago...

I walk in to my bathroom to see what the boys are doing and the floor is covered with the water which was in the tub 2 maybe 3 minutes before. The water went over my feet. I'm guessing it was probably 2 to 3 inches. The ENTIRE bathroom is flooded.

I ordered both kids to get out of the tub IMMEDIATELY!!!! and I started throwing down every single towel we own. (BTW: I just finished every drop of laundry we had yesterday. And now, I have 2 full loads of towels and some bathroom rugs and the clothes that we wore yesterday. GRR!) I am soaking towel after towel. I have to go grab the mop from our laundry room and try it. It takes me about 10-15 minutes to get my bathroom sort of dry. And then I remember our basement. CRAP.

I go down into the basement and the rooms under the bathroom are now wet. The ceiling (which really isn't there at the moment) is pouring water in some places and dripping in other. FUN! So I run upstairs, grab my backup comforter and run downstairs. I try to clean up the water with the comforter because I have NO towels. I start moving everything out of the way - luckily our basement is completely UNFINISHED and I was just storing things down there. But I have a toybox that now has water in the bottom and I have boxes of things that I am going to have to transplant into other boxes because if I try to pick up the existing boxes, they will give out and I'll drop everything.

ANYWAY, yes. I wanted to kill my boys. Robyn was sleeping during this. It was almost time for DarTanion's class to start. I went into the kitchen, poured a bowl of cereal for both boys and went back downstairs to move things. I told them not to talk and not to move from their chairs. I was trying REALLY HARD not to yell and cuss and destroy my boys. I called Jeremiah and he came home to help. We were able to get everything cleaned up, but there are still things that I'm going to have to re-wash (bags of clothes that the boys don't fit into or that I don't fit into) before putting them back into storage or taking to the DI. I am calmed down now. It took me about 2 hours to get back to "me". Then I was exhausted.

My boys are alive. They are not destroyed and don't know any new words. I keep getting an apology from Archer - "sorry we made the floor wet, mom" - and DarTanion has forgotten completely about the Red Beast that was his angry mom this morning before school.

I guess that my boys will no longer be allowed to take baths together or to "play in the tub" like they were this morning... They will be in and out and only get to get in to be cleaned. Sad. They like playing in the tub.