BAM

Do you ever go to bed at night and your house is fairly picked up and clean? I rarely do, but Tuesday night I did(It was such a thrilly moment for me). As I lay in bed I could hear the hum of the dishwasher washing my dishes all clean and sparkly. I could hear the buzz of the dryer as it finished it's cycle. I was thinking that except for vacuuming and laundry I really had a pretty calm day ahead of me. I also thought that every time, in the past, I've had those thoughts about a nice calm quiet day ahead, that the day ahead blows up in my face. I slept uneasily. Wednesday morning was the usual get four kids off and ready for school rush. Sammi is needing P.E. clothes and I am feeling like I have a handle on my home because I actually know where they are. "Sam, they are in the dryer honey I started it last night before I went to bed." Skip ahead 1 minute and Sammi comes upstairs --"Uh Mom I'm like walking to the laundry room and BAM(bam is the new catch word with our kiddos) I walk in like all this water all over the play room floor." Cut ahead to the next 12 hours of shop vac sucking, every towel in the house soaking wet, Michael and good ole' Matt scooping leaves, snow, ice and muck to discover the blockage, hoses (frozen ones too), and power snakes to unclog the said clog. Bulging and warped flooring in the preschool room. Popped trim and sopping wet carpet and carpet pad. Dryers making unearthly noises and causing mind blowing headaches, carpets ripped up and two extremely exhausted, extremely sore adults living in this blessed, blasted house. BAM-- that's what I get for thinking I might be getting ahead.