Overflow

Lest anyone think our life has ceased being our version of normal during the last few months, let me assure you, we are still here and kicking.  Or overflowing in this case.  I seem to be spending a lot of time on the phone during the day and since these are not really muti task conversations, I have gotten a little behind on things like having dinner started before the kids get home.  We rolled in like usual Wednesday afternoon.  Usual meaning, I need to get a bunch done before Hadley and I head to church at 5:20 and Katelyn takes over till Brian or I get home.  I threw two pounds of hamburger in the sink and turned on warm water to thaw them for a casserole.  Lucy was demanding a bath and since she had obviously eaten a purple marker at school, it seemed a good choice.  I carried her to the  bath upstairs.  After I washed her, I let her play as I got sucked into looking at Hadley's new spring clothes and hearing about her day.  I suddenly remembered the hamburger.  I raced down the steps as I yelled for Hadley to watch Lucy in the tub.  I entered the kitchen to a sink full of warm water.  Water had covered the top of the island and was cascading into the floor like a waterfall.  The floor had substantial water, that I would later learn was also leaking into the basement.  Katelyn had arrived at this point and was trying to siphon water out of the sink since a hand to the drain would have caused that much more overflow. I am throwing down towels from the bathroom and trying to save my phone.  This is the moment Hadley yells "SOMEBODY COME NOW!!!"  Lucy had exploded poop in the tub and when Hadley yelled had thrown it.  Oh my.  Katelyn continued the kitchen cleanup while I transferred Lucy to another tub for a second bath and went to the task of cleaning/bleaching out the bathroom.  Finally success on both fronts, but now it is 4:55, no supper and I smell like......  I wash my hands and get ingredients assembled for the casserole.  Noodles go into boiling water and with seven minutes on the timer, I make a dash for the shower.  I jump back out of the shower and grab a towel as the noodles finish.  I run to get the noodles and flash Katelyn in the process.  I truly expect our help to write their own scathing tell all someday. In the whole scheme of things, this is just one more day to look at and laugh.  And getting out the door by 5:22?  In our house we call that a successful day.