Some days, someone is just looking out after you.
After school today, I had come into my bedroom to check my email, only to have my eldest come running in, in an absolute panic, which is enough to freak me out as he's so laid back sometimes I think we need to take his pulse.
"Mom! Mom! Mom! The bathroom is flooding!"
That'll get your adrenaline flowing.
And sure enough, there was water pouring out of the commode... except from the bottom where it seats on the tile, and there was an inch of water in the bathroom, some places nearly 2 inches as obviously our floor is not frickin' level.
I quickly went behind the tank and turned off the water and then spent the next half hour with a mop, pushing water off the floor into the shower.
I shudder to think what would have happened if my son hadn't seen it, hadn't called me in immediately.
Its always something. We have a call into a plumber as TGOO said the wax ring the commode sits on must be shot. When something goes wrong in the house... I call my Dad. Heh.
Tonight was Ringo's big performance and he did so well. I was so proud of him.
He wore his great grandfather's hat (I have pictures to download) and he just looked good.
Quiet in school, he has no problems on stage. He does not get nervous, there is no stage fright, he is confident in himself and what he does.
I was not like that at 14. There is no way in hell I'd have performed in front of a small group, let alone hundreds. Yet, it does not phase him, he enjoys it, and... he really did well.
I hear someone's 18 year old sister is in love with him.
Luckily she will have graduated from high school by the time he gets there...Posted by Boudicca at March 12, 2009 09:35 PM