Rub-a-Dub-Dub… Let’s Keep the Water in the Tub
*Please note: With an awareness of my family’s safety and privacy, I do not refer to our children by name on this public blog or its Facebook page. They are being referred as Spock, Stitch, and Jack-Jack (listed by birth order from oldest to youngest). Though I may post pictures, I intentionally keep their faces hidden. Family and friends, please help me keep their privacy by refraining from using their real names in comments. Thank you for understanding!
On the street where we live, life has not been very exciting lately. We have been sick. Fevers, coughing, sneezing, and a lot of snot – that about sums it up. (We’ll just be thankful that we do not have the stomach bug going around.)
I thought it would be nice to give the boys a bath before lunch today. After all, there are few things as comforting as a warm bath when you don’t feel good.
Once I got the water running, the boys piled in and started splashing around. Our bathtub has a two handled bath faucet. I turned the hot water off first. I started turning the knob to the cold water. Twist, twist, twist. The water slowed down to a trickle. Twist, twist, twist. The handle wasn’t tightening. Twist, twist, twist.
All of a sudden, the knob flew off and water SHOT out of the hole in the wall. For a small hole, an impressive amount of water was bursting forth. No kidding, it looked something like this:
The kids were like bowling pins being knocked over by the icy force that hit them head on.
They were screaming. I was screaming.
I thrust Jack-Jack out of the tub as Spock and Stitch threw themselves over the side and onto the floor.
The fire hydrant that was once the location of the cold knob was projecting water to the opposite end of the tub and showering the room. Covering the hole with both hands, water continued to spray all over me, the ceiling, the walls, and the floor.
The boys were standing, naked and shivering, watching the whole charade. Jack-Jack was crying from the shock of it all.
What was I going to do?! I’m not a plumber! Why do these things always happen when Eric is not home?
“WHERE IS MY PHONE! SOMEONE FIND MY PHONE!!!!!!” Okay, honestly, I have no idea how I was planning to make a call considering that I didn’t have a spare hand or who I thought would come save me.
I switched gears.
“A TOWEL! I NEED A TOWEL!”
“But, Mommy, I want a BAAAAAAATH,” Stitch wailed.
“Not NOW! Spock, PLEASE HAND ME A TOWEL!” I am so grateful for a child old enough to help. Towel in hand, I covered the hole and told Spock to hold onto it as best he could while I ran down to the basement and turned the water off.
The boys did not get their bath after all because the water was too cold, our bathroom got a good cleaning even though that was not on my list of things to do, and our day has been spent without running water.
Never a dull moment. I can’t complain too much. At least this incident did not involve fire and I managed to get a shower before lunch – sort of!
I told you life hasn’t been exciting lately. Can I take that back?