Thursday, July 17, 2008

Water-boarding, Becher style

Because my children apparently have no long-term memory or survival instincts, they decided to thoroughly trounce the whole 'evening of calm' I had planned. I was aware, first, of the noise... rivulets of water dropping from a great height onto wood, then then sound of water splattering onto the rug under the table. The next clue that something was horribly amiss was the panic in the hushed voices of the Becher offspring, when the realization that a measly two bath towels was not going to make this go away...

water literally pouring from the woodwork. The opening between our kitchen and dining room is nine feet wide, and every inch of it was dripping.

The baskets took quite a beating, but they needed dusting anyway. Whether that could have been accomplished without a rainy-day toilet parade is anyone's guess, but I'm going to assume there are indeed better ways. I'm also going to assume that serving bread in these baskets would be a health risk.

So, what started as a quiet evening with intent to knit and start croissant dough has, instead, become a bleach-bathing fiasco in the middle of my house. The 'kitchen' side of the opening is barely dripping now, and proper precautions have been implemented so that the gathering at the shop Saturday won't be adversely affected by lack of chocolate croissants and rhubarb pie. I know now that my children are trying to kill me, and that the machinations of indoor plumbing are beyond their capabilities. All I can do now is confiscate the DS game, contemplate nailing the bathroom door shut, and try to keep everyone alive until their father gets home.
Obvioulsy, I have no ego left, or I would not have shared my little nightmare. I'm just keeping it real... and, for now, real is drippy, soggy, and in need of more bleach.
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9 comments:

Dragonfly said...

Oh no!!! How in the world did that happen?!? Your poor baskets too, it seemed like they should be safe there

gaylen said...

Really - how did that happen? Are you sure it's something the smaller humans did? you said you have plumbers working now. Sorry your bleaching everything rather than knitting. Hope everything dries out :) g

melly~ said...

I knew you were going to say something to the effect of, "Oh well, my baskets needed cleaning anyway."
That's my girl, always looking on the bright side. ;)

prairievisiondesign : handmade said...

Cami, you really are a saint.

Rachelle said...

Yikes! That's no fun at all!

Annalea said...

Cami, you've really got to tell us how that happened . . . if you can possibly get it out of the chirruns. If not, at least tell us what you found when you went upstairs. I'm guessing an overflowed bathtub, Calvin & Hobbes style. Although, with the bleach mentioned, it might be a toilet-related event, and for that my heart goes out to you most sincerely. Uck-Y

And thanks for putting the fear back in me about kids and plumbing. We're trying to rent a gorgeous house down near Portland, and the owner just needs to decide if we can bring our five kids with us. lol

Best of luck to you . . .

Stephanie said...

Oh man....that's just not cool.

VeeDogKnitter said...

oh, Woman....the birth control pill industry LOVES YOU!!!!

I am betting you can find some good plans for "how to build an outhouse" online somewhere. Those darlings of yours have lost the right/gift of indoor plumbing! ;o)

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