So I got home from work this morning and my babysitter called to tell me she was sick and couldn't make it over. Tom was already gone, so I called another sitter and she didn't answer. Then I thought to myself, No high school girl is going to be up at 8 in the morning during the summer. I have taken naps with Brycen watching T.V. before, so I am sure I could just put a movie in and get two hours of sleep and then everything will be fine. What a mistake!
I had worked two nights back to back with not much sleep in between, and I think I was hallucinating at this time.
I took Makayla to bed with me and left my door open to hopefully hear anything that I might need to wake up for. I must have gone comatose for a bit cause I woke up hearing the kids playing in the bathroom upstairs. I walked in and there was water all over the floor. I wiped it up but did not know then the extent of what had happened. I took them back down stairs and went back up to my room. I wake up this time to Brycen telling me that Andrea was making a mess, then I hear shattering glass. I am on my feet in a second and go downstairs to find her sitting on top of my wood buffet . She had gotten into the cabinet and dropped a crystal bowl my granny gave me and it had shattered all over the floor. On top of the complete mess she had made with the things I had in the drawers, she had taken my arisol spray sunscreen and sprayed it all over a section on the wood buffet--and it's not coming off. I cleaned up what I could of the mess and then noticed the downstairs ceiling was all wet--I was about to die. I called my husband and told him he had to come home. The water from the upstairs bathroom had settled on the ceiling downstairs and caused some of the drywall to fall off. It had also made water pockets between the paint and the wood on our crown molding in the living room. What A Disaster! The worst part is, I can't get mad and anyone but myself. Tom is dealing with it ok. He is such a perfectionist and this kind of stuff kills him. But he understands that I really thought in my deranged mentality at the time that I had it under control. Another lesson learned.
