It's 11 at night and everything has been done for the following morning. Lunches are made, showers have been taken, dinners have been eaten, cups of tea have been drank, baby has been bathed, fed and is comfortably down for the night. Off to bed we go and all is well.
Since moving Colin to his own room we've been getting much more sleep albeit instead of waking up at 3 or 4 in the morning, he's now waking up any time from 5.30 onwards. This is fine because at least it's a couple more hours of precious sleepy and we're not constantly jumping up in the middle of the night to see if he's ok. The monitor is switched on and he is there by my side if I need to check on him.
5.20am Colin wakes, he's wide awake, crying and he's hungry. My lovely husband decides to go and give Colin his bottle before settling him back again until 7.30am. So naturally Aiden has to go into the kitchen to get the bottle and that's when I hear the shouting. It's not exactly the wake up call that I was hoping for.
The shouting continues and through semi sleep I can hear "The kitchen is soaked". I half wondered if I was dreaming but then he kept saying it so naturally I had to get up to investigate. I go downstairs only to see the most horrible sight to be greeted by at 5.30am. The kitchen is FLOODED beyond belief - Yes flooded Aghhhhhhhhhhhhh.
It turns out that somebody (not naming any names but it wasn't me and it wasn't Colin so I wonder who that leaves!!!!!!!!) left the tap partly on, with the stopper still in the sink. It was horrific. We live in a small cottage and we don't have a dishwasher so the dishes are all washed in the sink, so naturally we use the sink quite a lot but this has never happened before.
There was 2 inches of water that all needed to be cleaned at 5.30am. Eventually Colin finished his bottle and started whinging so I went in to change him and in the process I decided to go back up to bed, once I had Colin settled again, and leave himself cleaning the disaster area (although he did tell me to go back to bed and he would keep cleaning). Half an hour later Aiden arrives back up saying that it was all done.
We then sat there giving out about the laminate floor that is in the kitchen. I've never liked it but it was in the house when we bought it and the plan was that we would eventually extend out little cottage so we couldn't justify spending money on a new floor before then, for vanity purposes. That's the long term plan anyway, however our "lovely" laminate is even more horrible than before. The corners hav all lifted and it looks even worse than before. We're now stuck with the decision of whether to pull it up or just leave it until next year, when we start the extension.
Anyway some time after 6 we went back to sleep, knowing that we'd have to get up again at 7.30, it almost wasn't worth going back to sleep! All is now somewhat well again. My husband heads off to work at 8 and I go have my shower and get Colin up and then the drama starts AGAIN!
I go into the cupboard to get a cup for my tea and a bowl for my cereal when I'm faced with the sight of bowls, cups and plates filled to the brim with water. Not only that but the cutlery drawer was as bad and of course the cupboard under the sink! Every single thing was waterlogged and swimming in water! My head was ready to explode at that stage as I began to unload everything on to the floor.
So here am I cleaning out all of the presses only to realise that if I didn't abandon everything thst I would be late for work. I still had to get myself and Colin ready. I had to rush out the door leaving the HUGE mess behind me. Why did I have to go into work today! It killed me knowing that all of the mess was waiting for me when I got home. What a day!
I got home after work and that ugly laminate floor looked disgusting, corners lifted and the sides had warped. It just looked so dirty even though ironically, it was covered in water all night so it should be clean but no it's horrible. The house looked like a bomb had just landed. It took me 3 hours to get it all back to some shape of normality.
All day long I just kept thinking that while I was sleeping soundly last night, that stupid tap was dripping dripping dripping all night long, turning our house into a disaster zone.
I suppose it could be worse and I am actually laughing at it now but it's just the nuisance of it all! Oh please let me win the lotto so that we can finally get the house looking exactly as we want.
























