It started out to be an alright day. I was able to make some cards, and play with my children....it was soon to be short lived. If I knew what was about to happen, I would have turned in early.
I was helping Elita with her math...4th grade math. I just thought this would be easy, while doing some hand sewing. It went alright, if you think 5 problems in an hour is "alright". Elita has something that I would like to call, "chicken syndrome." You know when you go to feed chickens, you throw their feed in one area. They all swarm like locusts to that one area pushing and shoving to get the tiny little grains off the ground. Well, on the other side of you, you put some more feed to spread them out. They ALL go to the other pile of goodness, as if they have never eaten in all their short lives! Well, Elita is kind of like that. She is so sweet to everyone, and would give you everything she had, if it meant that she was able to help you. I love her dearly, don't get me wrong.
I am helping her with her math. She writes A number. Then, she is looking off into space about what color she thinks her next unicorn picture should be. I pull her back to reality over and over, while I sit right in front of her on my bed. Araminta had Isabella so I could concentrate. The two little ones were playing outside my window so that I could watch them. Araminta said she could stay outside my door so that I would not have any interruptions and watch Isabella. I didn't worry...for the next hour and a half.
Then, Araminta came into my room carrying a nekkid'...nekkid' Isabella. My jaw dropped as she proceeded to tell me what happened. "mom, I found her IN the toilet upstairs." I looked at her, and asked her to please put her upstairs in HER bathtub. So she did, while I was finishing up with Elita. When I was done, I was going to go upstairs to finish giving Isabella a bath. The smell, hit me before the sight. The smell of uric acid and the smelly solid mass. To my horror, I found that Isabella took off her own clothes, and threw them downstairs. It would have been an easy cleanup if it was just water. But that would have been too easy. (One bathroom is used by the little ones (9 and under). The other bathroom across the hall is used by the two oldest and the guests.) As I walk upstairs, I see a pile of something dripping on the stairs. A shirt. While she was using the toilet as her own personal swimming pool, she took elita's shirt, dumped it in, swirled it around, took it out to drag it from the bathroom, through her bedroom, through the toy room, over toys and books, and then threw it down. Splattered, smelly, and wet. Because of recent "adventures," I keep gloves upstairs. (Unfortunately, not long enough for what I need them for tonight.) I have to get shoes on, because there is no way I want to step in anything. I go back upstairs, and use my shoe to flush the toilet....it didn't flush. Whoever used it last not only didn't flush, but held a lot in, until just this exact moment. I wait for the water to settle and look in. I see something that is not supposed to be there. I get my trusty gloves on. I had to pull it further up my arm, because the water level was too high. So, I reach in to try and pull it out. I realize it is a toy flip phone. It was flipped open, and the top of it was wedged in the curve of the toilet. (not cool) I'm thinking, I wonder if it still works? (why, I don't know. you think of weird things while you are stressed right?) I push the buttons to find out it doesn't work. I say a little prayer, because I don't want to pull too hard and get the...ummm, stuff, all over my face. I gently pull it free, and the toy and glove get pealed off my hand and placed into the garbage can. I put fresh gloves on, pulled out the mop, bucket, rags, thieves oil, cleaning spray, vinegar, super washing soda, broom, dustpan, and paper towels. (by now Deane is home, and has come upstairs to check out the recent 'adventure') We agreed that we need to eat dinner, have family home evening, set the kids in front of a movie, and Araminta can come help clean upstairs. This whole time CarrieLee was making dinner, and dessert. (Bless her!) We started to clean, just to realize that the mess is bigger than we thought. Bathroom, bedroom, toy room, stairs, my bedroom, bathroom, and big whirlpool tub! REALLY??? All disinfected, wiped down, put away, thrown away, swept, mopped, and dried.
All clean!!!
Until tomorrow.....
