It was an ordinary day. I sent the children to the basement to play while I cleaned up lunch. Sometimes it’s lonely in Mommy Land so I decided to call my friend for a few minutes of adult conversation. I guess I lost track of time. It was getting along towards nap time and I hadn’t seen or heard a kid for a while. Better check on them. With my friend still on the line, I went down the basement stairs and landed in three inches of standing water. I’m not sure, but I think my friend heard my scream without the aid of the telephone.
The children, squealing with glee, didn’t even see me. Two were having a water fight with bathroom cups. One lay with her arms and legs in the water doing the elementary back stroke. One ran in from the other room, flying feet first through the air and landing with a splash on his butt. And the final insult … one was sailing a boat.
The bathroom faucet was running full throttle with a sock plugging the drain. Water spilled over the counter and into the hall. Splash and play time! Who needs a water park when you can make one in your own in your basement?
Thankfully, their beds were above the water mark and they spent the afternoon on high ground.
Motherhood is filled with life lessons. That day, I learned to use a shop-vac.