The story...

The bathroom saga begins.

So, this is going to be a long one. I'm writing it down for me, so that I can find it funny someday. Here is how it all happened:

The boys are no longer napping so we were trying upstairs play time while mommy does her stuff, also known as "mommy time". (We are no longer doing this due to the events of the day in question). The boys were upstairs playing and I was on the computer and watching some TV. I heard someone washing their hands and listened carefully to make sure the water went off. it did. Or so I thought it did. I heard them playing in the bathroom, which is not that unusual because they love to play skateboards in the empty tub, so I didn't give it much thought. I heard the water go on another time or two but figured someone had use the bathroom and was washing their hands. And I listened each time to make sure it went off, and it did. Turns out it didn't! They were apparently turning it just low enough so that it sounded like it was off. They're devious! They are 4 and 2 and they are already devious! Anyway...I digress.

As I was sitting downstairs, I heard the sound of dripping behind me, so I turned to look at the window and realized that there was water steadily dripping from the top of the window box. Considering that their bathroom is upstairs in the middle of the house, and the window is on the outside wall of the downstairs...let's just say I was more than alarmed. I rushed upstairs to fins them both sitting naked on the countertop in a flooded bathroom. They had plugged the sink and turned the water low enough to be not be heard but to fill the sink. And they

were splashing...everywhere. And throwing water at each other and the walls. There was water covering the entire floor, and pouring down the heating vent (which, as it turns out, is how to travelled to the various places it did). After a total freak out, and naked boys in their bedroom timeout, and several large soaking bath towels later, I calmed down enough to call Andrew and figure out what to do. By the time I started calling "restoration" places, it was well into the evening. So, cleanup did not even start until almost 9pm. The cleanup guys started their assessment, moved some furniture, put in some fans and scheduled to come do demo the following day. Three days of fans and destruction, days of having half a family room, and weeks of construction ensued, and I'm getting typing tired, so now I will just post some pictures:

Our Half a Family Room

The other half of the room