"Good grief!" I say thinking, "Did those girls spill something?"
I check my anger and think logically. "It could be me. I am washing dishes."
I begin to investigate. The lip of the sink is dry. I bend down to the floor and see dripping from the cabinet. Still in denial I think,"Maybe it is dripping down the cabinet front."
Closer inspection finds that area dry as well. I know that I need to open the cabinet, but I'm frightened of what I might find. I take a deep breath, unhook the child safety lock and swing the door open. A lake greets me with my cleaning supplies floating in pools of water. My well managed evening has been washed away.
It turns out that one of the pipes had been knocked and then loosened. This was probably done by me as I'm the only one who would voluntarily clean anything. Then when the dishwasher emptied, the force of the water flowing through the pipes separated the offending pipe and water cascaded from it into the cabinet. Thus a tiny waterpark was born.
Needless to say, my dinner prep was forgotten as I quickly emptied out the cabinet. Before long every counter space/chair was full, and I had a toddler size dehumidifier parked in the floor in front of the only counter available for food prep. I did manage a dinner of sorts that night. I don't have a meaningful message though about overflowing pipes other than to say,"Doesn't it just stink when 'stuff' happens?"
A Note From the Boss
I remember that night well. There I was swinging in my farm swing thinking about cows and chickens. I really like cows, but I'm not still not sure about chickens. All of sudden there was a loudly spoken word I don't think I'm allowed to repeat. Then the Sisters were being called. Dad walks through the door and the barnyard was buzzin'. Later I explained to Mom about pipes overflowing. I told her that's why they make diapers and drool bibs. I think she'll take my advice. I'm tellin' you people...Listen to the Boss because the Boss knows.
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