A Disaster of Our Own

The one in which my two year old tries to sink the house.

By flooding it.

Yes, she did.

After dinner last night, I sent the kids down to their rooms to get ready for bed. This was followed by cries of "Mum! Dad!" Come quick!"
When you have a child with epilepsy this always, always sends your heart racing, and makes our feet move faster than the speed of light.

But (thankfully) it was not that.

Little Alice has a thing for the bath. She loves it. There is nothing on this earth that she loves to do more than take a bath. So . . . note to self . . . if I ever hear her ask again on a non-bath-night, for a bath, go and check the bathroom immediately. Otherwise, this might happen . . .

The big kids got into it - helping collect the water and throw it out the window. My husband said he now knows why his father put drains in the floor in their bathrooms. With 7 children, maybe they'd had an experience like this once.

So this tale will go down in the Annals of Alice - Year 2. And we are off to town to hire the contraptions we need to dry our very wet wool carpet (the house is smelling very woolly). And I have loads and loads of towels to put through the washer and dryer - unless the sun decides to show itself today.