I had left Davey in his jump-a-roo while Mac and Corrie sat next to him watching a Thomas the Tank Engine tape downstairs in the basement. I needed to finish a task on the computer, so I went into Ellis' office for a moment before starting the laundry. When I finished and headed over to the laundry room (also in the basement), I noticed Corrie was missing from her usual video-watching perch. "Hmmm...." Interesting, but not too unusual. I would be upstairs in just a minute, what could go wrong?
As I ducked into the laundry room, I started hearing some banging noises coming from upstairs. I quickly threw the wet clothes in the dryer, and that's when I started hearing other sounds coming from the basement playroom: Mac was laughing his mischievous, trouble-maker laugh. That is never good.
I threw a new load in the washer and stepped into the playroom to see Mac dropping a large stuffed dog on Davey's head and laughing. Mac thinks it is hilarious to drop things on Davey, and it has become grounds for an automatic spanking. I immediately began the spanking/forgiveness procedure with Mac, and when I finished, I walked over to Davey and noticed our lamp was looking a little different...
And then I looked at Davey. What in the world?!!!
I started pulling Davey out of his jump-a-roo (minus the electrical cord!) and that's when I saw Corrie standing at the top of the stairs, waving her hands and arms at me. "Moooommmmy! HaHaHaHa!!!!" I should have recognized the laugh and crazed facial expression right away...the tell-tale signs of "CSHD" (Corrie Sugar-High Delirium). The Halloween candy was hidden and by now almost forgotten...what did she get into?
I walked up the stairs to see the birthday cake Ellis made for me this weekend (so sweet of him!) There were big holes in it and blue colored frosting was everywhere.
I started to say, "Corrie....," and was about to address the whole "getting into the birthday cake" issue when I heard the sound of a faucet running...full-force...and it sounded like it was coming from the bathroom.
Nooooooo!!!
One thing I did not take into consideration when you have two potty-trained pre-schoolers who can go to the bathroom on their own is that they often forget to flush the potty and close the lid. That normally wouldn't be too big of a problem, that is, unless you have a 10-month-old who likes to play in the toilet!!!
We try so hard. We really do. But earlier I had caught Davey in the bathroom, not only splashing and in playing in the pee-filled potty water, but also literally sucking on the soggy toilet paper that had earlier been used to wipe a bottom!
In my horror and panic-crazed state, I rushed over, scooped Davey up, and immediately put his hands under the water in the sink. What I didn't think through was the fact that Mac had broken the sink's little drain plug a while ago, and we have not had a chance to fix it yet. That meant that the drain hole in the sink was wide open...just big enough for Davey to drop his little fist-sized ball of wet toilet paper into and clog the sink drain.
Sigh.
So, when I heard the sink running in the bathroom, I knew it would not take much for a serious overflow situation to happen. I ran to the bathroom and saw the entire counter and sink filled with water and overflowing down onto the floor.
"CORRIE!!!!!"
I yelled. For the first time, I really, really, yelled at Corrie.
I turned off the water and threw our biggest, thickest beach towel onto the water-covered floor. I took a breath, and that's when I heard Corrie. Sweet, broken-hearted little Corrie. I walked into the kitchen and found her under the kitchen table, sitting next to a blue frosting-covered fork and bawling her little eyes out.
I put Davey down in his crib and went back into the kitchen to scoop up my little girly and carry her to our bedroom. She melted into my arms and I just held her on our bed for a little while as she cried. I prayed and began to put the pieces together: She had become covered in cake frosting and went to the bathroom to wash her hands and face. She then went to the top of the stairs to look down and show me that she had cleaned her hands all by herself! What a great accomplishment!
But when she saw my reaction to the cake mess, she started realizing she was in trouble, and the yelling only solidified the fact that she was in BIG trouble!
"Oh, sweet Corrie. Mommy loves you so much!" I looked into those little blue eyes and asked her if she would forgive me for yelling at her in anger. "Yes mommy, I forgive you." If you could have only heard that sweet, teary-eyed little voice say those words! Your heart would have melted just mine did.
I addressed with Corrie the issues of the cake-eating and the water mess, and Corrie has been extra careful to get help with washing her hands since. Mac joined us up on the bed, and we all snuggled together and talked for a little while, enjoying each other so much. The rest of the morning was equally as crazy and sweet...such is the mixture that we experience daily in this season of life. And our hearts are so full.
As I am coming to the end of this post, I am realizing that my choice of title does not really describe our morning or our circumstances at all. Here is how I think I will title the post next time (Lord help us, I can only imagine what next time will be):
"A Series of Ridiculous Events...And We Are So Very Fortunate!"
And I'll end this post with the following verse, because for some reason it has kept flowing through my thoughts this afternoon:
"The Lord has done great things for us, and we are filled with joy."
-Psalm 126:3
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