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22 November 2010 @ 10:37 pm
The Great Laundry Room Flood of '10  
Oh, my word. Pull up a chair and grab a glass of wine. This one's a doozie.

So after a day of deep cleaning in preparation for having folks over for the holiday, I made dinner this evening, a lovely pesto filled pasta in a creamy red sauce. After dinner, Nolan and I retired to the boudoir to watch television and have a glass of wine, and I, like the whimsical girl that I am, decided to paint my nails.

So far a pretty mundane evening at Carrie's house.

But then, I sweetly ask my husband if he would "go and get the clothes out of the dryer, and move clothes from the washer to the dryer," I asked, blowing on my nails, "so I don't mess up my polish?"

He grumbled as he got up, muttering something about "what have you done for me lately?" and reluctantly walked through the living room and kitchen, and into the laundry room.

When he got there, the noise he made can only be described as sonic boom-like.

Thirty minutes prior, before I began painting my nails, I told my ten year-old that the dogs needed water. This is one of his chores. All he had to do was get up, pick up the bowl, go into the laundry room, fill said bowl and put it back down. That's all he had to do.

What happened was that he left the water running into the bowl, got distracted and left it to watch television. The bowl was neatly covering the drain in the laundry room sink, and for the next half hour, water ran into the sink, out of the sink, and flooded the brick and tile floors in the back of the house.

There was at least an inch and a half of water all over the place. It was not cool.

Ironically, I'd thought to myself earlier today, "Wow, I really need to mop tomorrow."

Um, yeah. Don't need to do that, now.

So Nolan went to Lowe's and bought a shop vac (nifty little thing) while I soaked a lot of it up with every beach towel we own. Sixteen beach towels. SIXTEEN. Seriously. Anyway, sixteen towels, two hours of vacuuming water from the floors, and one ten year-old whose name we're thinking of changing from Ethan to Mud later, everything's okay.


Live and learn, you know. I did dumbass things as a kid. Hell, I was the Queen of Dumbass Things. I roller skated on the coffee table in the living room, fell on my ass, splintered the table into a dozen pieces, and then - are you ready for this? Put it gingerly back together. Like no one was going to notice that it was propped on the sofa and rigged within an inch of it's life. So I understand about being drifty. I get it. I get distracted at the drop of a hat or something sparkly.

But my little one will probably never make this specific mistake again.

And if by some stretch of the imagination he does? He'll be up for sale. One blond, blue eyed, pretty sweet, funny, slightly drifty ten year-old.

Whose name is Mud.
I am:: bed
I feel:: tiredtired
I hear:: How I Met Your Mother
Mala13oct on November 23rd, 2010 04:44 am (UTC)
lololol!!! *wipes her tears* This was hysterical. And the final zinger nailed it for me - 'Whose name is Mud'

The not so funny part is that I so see stuff like this happen to me. It's inevitable. :p
Carrie Leigh: if the kids aren't deadcarrie_leigh on November 23rd, 2010 01:49 pm (UTC)
It IS inevitable. Kids do dumb stuff. And now I'm paying for all the dumb stuff I did as a kid.
goeungurl: glamorousgoeungurl on November 23rd, 2010 06:11 am (UTC)
OMG. You have me giggling like a maniac in the office. I'm so sorry you had to go through all that, but goodness gracious, it's hilarious.

Although, being the girl I am, now I'm wondering if your nails survived at least. ;)
Carrie Leighcarrie_leigh on November 23rd, 2010 01:53 pm (UTC)
Funnily enough, about halfway through the cleanup process, I started giggling, and Nolan looked at me, asking, "What's got you so tickled?"

Fair question since our pantlegs were still soaked.

I answered, "Remember I asked you to change the laundry so my nails wouldn't get messed up?"

They look like hammered crap. I'll take it all off and start over, later. :)
slitherhither: snapslitherhither on November 23rd, 2010 07:27 am (UTC)
Thank god for Shop Vacs and the hubbies who operate them! And didn't you want to wash sixteen extra beach towels before Thanksgiving??

Loved the coffee table story. *giggles*
Carrie Leigh: Being vaguecarrie_leigh on November 23rd, 2010 01:54 pm (UTC)
Yes. Thank God for Shop Vacs. And now we have one, which is good.

And the coffee table story. Yeah, I really can't throw stones, as I was the dumbest of the dumb, once upon a time.
seegrim: Aladdin 'oh' faceseegrim on November 23rd, 2010 10:50 am (UTC)
Oh, Carrie.

I'm sorry! I didn't laugh though! I was biting my nails for poor Ethan, waiting to hear how the story ended, because I, too, was the kid who did the ditzy things. I'm usually extra lenient on my kids because I know how it felt. :)

I'm glad both he and Nolan made it through the night, though!

And, thank goodness you have brick flooring and not wood?
Carrie Leigh: john cusakcarrie_leigh on November 23rd, 2010 01:58 pm (UTC)
Seriously, if it had happened on the hardwood floors (about ten feet away), they'd be ruined.

But, yeah, Nolan and Ethan both made it through. I sent E to bed (because frankly, I was so irritated that I didn't need his proximity) and then when Nolan got home he had me go wake him up. E comes downstairs and Nolan apologizes for overreacting, tells the kid he loves him a lot and everyone makes mistakes.

It made me happy.

Until I had to finish cleaning up water. :P
Comic Book Goddess: Brit Pack - Bobby Long Sunglassesrainpuddle13 on November 23rd, 2010 01:05 pm (UTC)
Well, at least now you don't have to mop...

I'm also thinking that Ethan might need some legal representation when Santa is checking that naughty or nice list in a few weeks...
Carrie Leigh: bitter lemonadecarrie_leigh on November 23rd, 2010 02:00 pm (UTC)
LOL! That's funny. I'd tell Ethan that, but he'd probably burst into tears, still.

He wasn't naughty, just drifty. I think Naughty has to do with the intent behind it. He's not malicious, just...

I don't really have a word for it. :)
tracyj23tracyj23 on November 23rd, 2010 03:33 pm (UTC)
I have to confess, I did a similar thing ... forgot to notice my roommate had left water in the laundry tub and a note telling me NOT to do laundry but I didn't see the note and went ahead anyway. Our basement floor was carpeted and it was totally wrecked. Should I mention I was 19 at the time? :)

Also, a girl who lived in our house previous to us (she was renting from the owners), did a similar thing - she put clothes in the laundry tub to soak and turned on the water but got distracted and forgot to turn it off. Then she went to school and THE WATER WAS RUNNING ALL DAY LONG. Our laundry room is upstairs on the second floor so the whole floor was flooded, plus it leaked through to the main floor and wrecked the hardwood and carpeting. She was 19 at the time too.

Hopefully your kids have learned their lesson early!
Carrie Leigh: bad examplecarrie_leigh on November 23rd, 2010 03:38 pm (UTC)
Eeek. That's a lot of damage.

We're going to have to sand and repaint the baseboards, and I think my two cute, black and white polka dot, wool rugs are ruined, but all in all, it could have been much worse.

Yes, I hope he's learned this particular lesson. I really hope so.

Samantha: Stock: purple elephantfiery_flamingo on November 23rd, 2010 03:48 pm (UTC)
Ha! *tries to suppress the giggles*

Oh, poor Ethan. :( He didn't mean to. Ah well.

I've been reading everyone's flooding stories and suddenly remembered that I did it tooo! when I was 18. >.> <.<

I'd left the faucet of the handwash sink in the laundry room going to reach a certain temp or something and left it without thinking about the greasy hand towel that my dad had left in there after working on something car-related. What I meant to be just a moment turned into something like forty minutes for some forgotten reason.

Yes, there were towels and a shop-vac involved too. D:
Carrie Leigh: baseball hatcarrie_leigh on November 23rd, 2010 04:22 pm (UTC)
I really didn't realize this was such a far reaching rite of passage. ;)

And I know, he didn't MEAN to. But if he was more purposeful in meaning to DO things, we wouldn't have issues like this. Unfortunately, it's a lot to ask from a ten year-old. :)
Elle Blessingway: Animated: Ur Fail Amuses Meelle_blessing on November 23rd, 2010 06:14 pm (UTC)

Oh, man. Poor Family O'Carrie.

So much for your nails :( ... at least it didn't get on the wood floors though!! SERIOUSLY.
(Anonymous) on November 23rd, 2010 09:30 pm (UTC)
aside to N.
So Nolan, Sweet SIL, how long did it take you to bring heart rate back to normal range from this event?
O Demanding One: HP: Ickle Boys ♥heyurs on November 24th, 2010 01:32 am (UTC)

As a mom of a boy...*nods* I don't know what to call it either. Whatever it is...mine is still doing it at 16.  >.<

Where was cutie-face? Playing it smart by keeping his mouth shut and his butt scarce?

Bless 'em. ♥

Hell, bless us! xD

Hyacinth Girleustacia_vye28 on November 24th, 2010 02:36 am (UTC)

I'm sure this is something so much funnier because it didn't happen to me.

That being said... :::hugs:::
Jessica K Malfoy: s&d: puddingjessicakmalfoy on November 24th, 2010 02:39 am (UTC)
this is a great story (in a it-didn't-happen-to-me kind of way)! i wish i did have wine to go with it. but i don't. i'm going to pretend this water is wine...
Ayla: Amusedabitofayla on November 24th, 2010 06:36 am (UTC)
completely random:

you were mentioned on NCIS last week. mm hmm. "memorize your lines and try not to bump into the furniture." Tony said it. To McGee. mm hmm

That is all. This PSA was brought to you by a sleep deprived Ayla (but she has freshly baked pie!)
Not a lady at allcosmo_jenny on November 24th, 2010 06:26 pm (UTC)
Oh boy, oh boy.

Be thankful for small prayers like the stone floor or the fact that it didn't happen a floor above.