"The Flood"

So, I'm not going to spend too much time on this because I despise myself for it. One day the boys all stepped in cat poop. So then they all got baths. But then Bradley pooped in the bath. So then I took the toys that were in the bath and I put them in the bathroom sink and began to fill it with water (to soak in vinegar water). And then I walked away.

And ordered pizza. And left the house to go get the pizza. And got a call from Chance on the way home that Bradley dislocated his elbow again. So I got home, googled how to fix a nursemaid elbow and had Chance hold Bradley on the stairs while I manipulated his elbow back into place. (Which took 2 seconds). Immediately after I felt it click back into place water started gushing out of our kitchen ceiling. Remember that bathroom sink I was filling with water? Yeah, well I didn't. And I flooded the upstairs bathroom. 

I didn't even have time to check to make sure Brad was okay. I immediately raced upstairs and started sopping up the water. I knew exactly what to do. Grab towels, start pulling up the carpet and the carpet padding. Why did I know? Because I did the same thing in our master bathroom like 2 months ago. 

So to summarize, Brad's elbow was fixed, a company had to come out and dry out and fix the water damage while I was out of a kitchen for a week (not sure who had it worse me or Trish - since mealtime with the Norris family was now at aunt Trisha's house - which by the way the boys loved!) Then I got to clean up sheet rock dust that got every where when it was all done. Oh and they company did a really terrible job texturing and mudding the ceiling (so they charged us nothing - blessing in disguise?) so now we get to fix that... someday. The boys refer to that fateful day as "the flood".

What have we learned? Leah is losing her mind.