Day 4: Flooded

It was a normal Sunday night; Dad was watching the football game, Mom was watching a movie in the master bedroom, and Miranda and I were playing a game in the computer room. Miranda left the room for a second to go to the kitchen to get some water and my mom was apparently on her way back from the kitchen, when they both stopped in the middle of the hallway and gasped. I heard some splashing so I sort of figured that someone had spilled a glass of water on the floor, but as I waled out of the room to see what was going on, I realized that there was a puddle that extended all through the hallway, into the room Miranda and I share, and started to move into the room we had been in. Immediately, Mom called for Dad to check it out.

As soon as he got to the lake that was our hallway, he started grabbing towels to start absorbing the water. He then checked where the water was coming from, and it was coming from the bathroom, but with our luck, it wasn't coming from the faucet. It was literally overflowing from the toilet. Disgusting, right? Luckily, the water was just clean water that was supposed to replace the flushed water in the bowl but to be honest, it smelled really putrid, but it's not like there was waste floating around the room, otherwise I probably would be in like a hotel room while my parents try to sanitize the house with bleach and chemicals of that sort.

The only way we could stop the leak was to turn the water in the bathroom completely off. That's when we started ti check out what had been unlucky enough to be on the floor during the flooding. As we assessed our room, Miranda found that most of the stuff on the floor was hers. Her poor stuffed monkey, Tom, ironically manufactured out of recycled towels, was the first victim. Half engulfed by the questionable water, the poor guy would have to be bleached and washed multiple times. Later Miranda discovered that all the things she had hidden under her bed where now soaked with toilet water and were no longer fit to have in a living environment.

Though Miranda was devastated by the loss of her precious Tom, and Dad was really angry that we would have to get all the water out ourselves, I couldn't help but laugh harder than I have since winter break started. This was no doubt the funniest, grossest, and most exciting thing that had happened to me in long, long time. Miranda must have had the same realization soon after because she started laughing so hard she almost peed right on the spot.

So anyways, we spent a good two hours wringing out towels, and sweeping water out of the house. It was gross, yet fun at the same time. Last night we didn't sleep in our room though, we slept on the sofa-bed instead, considering our room was pretty nasty. So today we broke out the Clorox bleach, the Lysol disinfecting spray, and the multi-surface Windex to clean up the affected areas, which was followed by a delightful trip to the mall.