Lucy, my 5 year old, is a living tornado. If you want it broken, for insurance purposes, just put it into her hands and you’ll have a perfectly good claim in under 3 minutes. She is easily the most destructive child I’ve ever known. I’ve known puppies that cause less destruction than this mischevious child. For example, I’m on my second lap top since she poured a cup of water on my first one. So I should know better than to leave her alone for any period of time. But today I had a lapse in parenting. I got side tracked doing something upstairs and left her alone in the living room watching a video. I should have known better. She can not be trusted.
An hour later when I came downstairs, our tile floor was a swimming pool. There was standing water on the coffee table, a wet spot on the couch, a soaking wet towel covering the foot stool, and a puddle that spanned from the living room to the dinning room and into the kitchen. I followed a set of dirty foot prints into the half bath just off the living room and I think I found the source of all the water. This weekend our water was shut off for pipe repairs. So I had strategically placed buckets of water next to the toilets for flushing purposes.
Our water had come back on yesterday afternoon, but I had forgotten to empty the bucket in the half bath. Now I’m no forensics expert, but I have played Clue, so here’s how I think the crime scene could be reconstructed. Lucy is watching a video and absent-mindedly colors on the couch with the capless, brown marker in her hand. Knowing this will make Mommy very angry, she goes into the kitchen and takes the towel from it’s place by the sink. She’s too short to reach the sink, but she knows where there is a bucket of water placed at her height… in the half bath. She proceeds to dip the towel into the water and carry it dripping, no soaking wet, to the couch. She sponges the marker spot on the couch. She still has enough water on the towel so she decides to clean the whole coffee table, after all, it’s sticky too.
She takes the still dripping towel back into the kitchen where she gets side tracked. Her 5 year old attention span zeros in on the refrigerator. She knows there is a bag of chocolate chips in the freezer and she thinks it’s about time for a snack after all that hard work. The clip is off of the bag because she’s already been into it today, so she carries the bag upside down to the coffee table, spilling crumbs of chocolate chips all over the floor. The crumbs look suspiciously like mouse poop, but there’s just too much of it to be anything but a mushy mess in the puddle which now covers 2/3 of the floor. She goes to get the broom and dust pan from the laundry room. She quickly gives up on that plan and abandons them in the kitchen.
Looking around, she spots some purple tissue paper on the dinning room table. Maybe that could work like paper towels! She carries the tissue paper to the wet spot on the couch and proceeds to rip it in two. Well, that was fun! She decides to rip another piece. She continues ripping the purple tissue paper into soggy shreds that bleed onto the couch and the white tile floor. And at this point I take notice of the dangerous silence in the house and come downstairs. I gasp! I shout! I spank! I don’t know where to begin cleaning this disaster. I should call FEMA.
Feeling the full weight of shock and awe, I try to reconstruct the crime- Lucy with the towel in the half bath. I think about the time when she was a toddler, she dipped a wash cloth in the toilet and sucked the water off of it. I am thankful that this PROBABLY isn’t toilet water… at least I think it’s not. I pray it’s not. I check the level of the water in the toilet bowl and mentally measure the amount of water on the floor. Nope, not toilet water.
During the next half hour of cleaning the mess my emotions swing wildly between being angry that I have to clean my floors again after I literally just did them twice yesterday AND being thankful that tile floors are waaaaay easier to clean than carpet. So is the glass half full or half empty? I don’t know, but I think that half of it has spilled on my floor.