Houston, we have a problem…

Some mama, munchkin, mutt, messy mayhem

You didn’t think I forgot about you friends did you? It’s just been quiet around here with hubby getting a little break from the Army, but he’s back this weekend and within 6 hours life has become “interesting” again.

This morning started with a to-do list a mile long. School has started and all of the errands have been getting pushed back to the weekend. Oh, and we started fostering a puppy this week! I thought we could start our morning with a nice walk around the block- fresh air, exercise, great plan! A walk around the block with two dogs and two kids ended up in tears, a shortened walk and the leashes getting so tangled that Copper ended up peeing on the puppy’s head.

Then I decide to help out G by stopping at McDonald’s to grab her a soda. What does a drive-through run take? A couple minutes? Not today. 30 minutes later I have two screaming, tired kids and the soda I needed. Home we go for some lunch and naps.

We get home and there is a wet towel on the floor. Hunka chunk regularly spills water so I didn’t think anything of it except to yell at him for leaving it in the middle of the kitchen floor. I then go to open the microwave to make some chicken nuggets for the kiddos and there is water in the microwave. Huh?? Quick text to hubby tells me he is just as confused. Ok, whatever I’ll just clean it up. Look down, and it’s all over the stove too. What the **** is going on here?

Chicken nuggets are the most important thing right now before the meltdowns happen so I quickly start cleaning up the unidentified mess. As this is happening, the door bell rings and the three neighbor kids stop by to see the puppy. So please take a moment to picture my house- one puppy running around frantically trying to soak up the attention, one older dog who has had enough of the shenanigans, three kids chasing the puppy, playing, and laughing, my two kids yelling at the puppy because she is too close to their chicken nuggets, and me trying to figure out where the water is coming from while cleaning up the mystery mess. Pure chaos. But the good kind- right? If only this is where the story stopped. Keep reading friends.

We survive the fun and I manage to get my kiddos upstairs for naps. They use the potty, flush and even wash their hands. Winning!! Boo asks for some water so I head downstairs in the kitchen and hear a weird noise.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.Drip.

I follow the noise to our pantry, hoping against hope that it is just a cat in there playing hide-and-seek. Instead, I open the cabinet to find water dripping from the ceiling down through the pantry. Okay no worries, 1-800-911-DAD! to the rescue. As I’m on the phone with him trying to remain calm, the drip turns into a flow of water. Now, I’m trying to grab something (anything!) to catch the flow of water, Boo is yelling that she’s dehydrated and Hunka Chunk starts pounding on his door because he is angry about having to take a nap and has decided that going Hulk-mode on his door is an appropriate way to express his anger over these deplorable living conditions.

5 minutes and a small crying session later, I am back and ready to take on the pantry. Dad’s going to stop by, and I’ve been meaning to clean out the pantry anyway so this will just give me a good reason to do it (staying positive!). I’m pulling things out of the pantry, and throwing everything that is wet, questionable, or expired, right in the trash. I grab a 2lb bag of flour and go to throw it out. But it’s damp. And damp paper doesn’t hold very well. Next thing I know there are 2lbs of flour in a nice pile on the floor. And the puppy, (you forgot about the puppy in all of the other craziness didn’t you? I know I did) decides that flour paw prints are a much better decoration for my floors than the stupid plain hardwood.

I wish that was the end of the story. But the grossest part? The part that I still can’t get over even though I still have water dripping as I’m typing this? When I went to clean out the top cabinet, the wettest, grossest part because that is directly where the water is dripping, I remember that just last night I grabbed an open bag of popcorn to munch on. After I ate my first bite I noticed that it didn’t taste quite right but figured it was just open too long. I was starved and I ate several more handfuls before throwing it out. Now I’m wondering just how long the drip of disgusting brownish water has been slowly trying to kill me.

Houston- we have a problem!

TBC