Mr. Mischief himself

Yesterday I woke up exhausted, Mila has not been sleeping well. We started our day like always with breakfast and Tom and Jerry cartoons. When nap time came around my 2 1/2 year old refused to take a nap. He wouldn’t stay in his bed or even his room and he kept running out doing silly stuff and I would giggle and therefore be unable to punish him.

I finally got him to stay in there quietly for about ten minutes so, as promised, I went to check on him. He was sitting in his bed with his cup of milk and a bag of vanilla wafers! I came to the pretty logical conclusion that nobody would be getting a nap. So we all piled into the living room in the big rocking chair to read stories.

I looked up from The People House and noticed a dark shadow outside the bathroom door. What the heck is that? I didn’t pay much attention at first, but then I started thinking it seemed to be getting bigger. And what is that noise? It sounded like the toilet water was running. So I got up and headed into the bathroom, only to find myself ankle deep in water. I panicked and called my husband, telling him to come home right away.

Now there was water in the  entry way, the hallway, and seeping into the dining room and living room. I called my mom and she told me to turn off the toilet water. Duh. Why didn’t I think of that? So I turned the water off and notice an insane amount of toilet paper stuffed into the toilet… wonder how that could have gotten there.

By now the first half of our apartment is in an inch of water. The maintenance people show up and start sucking up water and ripping up carpet and then they move in the giant fans. I’m glad it didn’t leak through the floor into the apartment underneath us. I bet they’re glad too. So now I’ve got concrete and exposed tack boards throughout the apartment and these fans have to keep running until at least tonight and the carpet people should come “in a couple days”…

I should have invested in toilet locks.