Wednesday, August 24, 2011

A flooded bathroom, unremarkable plate tectonics and a little bit of broth...

It's been a while. I know, I'm sorry.
I'm so disappointed that I didn't feel our very own natural disaster on the east coast. My first earthquake was quite boring. I didn't feel a thing. Don't call me, I'll call you.
The earthquake had nothing on Hurricane Mya. Picture it: I'm sitting in the living room, Mya (who is potty training and doing GREAT for the most part) goes to the bathroom. I hear the flush then a few seconds later:
Mya:  "Mommy!?!"
Me:    "Yes, Dear?"
Mya:   "She made a mess on the floor!?"
Me:     "Coming."
Now, I assumed maybe she had an "accident". No big deal. As I enter the hallway, I notice water gushing out of the bathroom into the hallway.
Oh dear.
I run into the bathroom flooded with water. Mya had decided to flush the ENTIRE roll of toilet paper.
I sigh as everything inside me dies a little.
After cleaning up the wreckage due to my own little natural disaster, I had a long conversation with said disaster about how much paper to use.

In other news, I made my own chicken stock from scratch yesterday. A huge pot filled to the brim, lovingly stirred every so often, simmered for about 4 hours yielded about a bowl full. I need to learn some things about cooking in bulk.

I can see that I have been rambling and I'm not sure how this is translating to anyone else, as I have taken my anxiety medicine, thus rendering me less coherent and far less capable of making a comprehensive post.

1 comment:

  1. Love it! You should take your meds before your write more often! LOL