Flood

My MIL is watching the children all day tomorrow so I can work with diligence on homeschooling stuff.  I am grateful for her.  Today I tried to work on homeschooling stuff and my children made a huge mess with the watercolors so I sent them outside where they got into the mud.  I sent the older kids downstairs to sit on their beds while I bathed Harriet.  While the water was running for the bath I mopped the kitchen and dining room floors where the kids had walked in with all the mud.  Then Oskar started screaming so I nursed him--all the while forgetting that the water was still running for the bath.

My older kids came upstairs and told me that there was water coming out of the ceiling downstairs.  I remembered the bath water and went racing into the bathroom where I found water pouring over the sides.  Yay.

Suffice it to say, it will probably be easier to pull homeschool together without the children.  (Come to think about it, most things are easier without children.)

Fortunately (I guess it's fortunate in this scenario) we were going to redo the downstairs bathroom next week anyway because the ceiling was moldy and gross from our upstairs toilet leaking.  We needed to redo the whole bathroom when we first moved in, but instead I locked the door and pretended the bathroom didn't exist.  It scares me.  It is dark and creepy and wasn't built properly so there are all these holes and cracks that you KNOW dangerous spiders are using to enter the house.  I also didn't want to have to worry about kids playing in water downstairs when I was upstairs.  The bathroom is gross.  Enough said.

Hopefully it won't take too long to put it all to rights (by that I mean completely gut it and redo it) because Timothy takes his finals early next week and starts the next semester the week after that.

Good luck, Tim.