The Sound of Running Water.

Is never a good sound to wake up to. Especially not with a three year-old in the house.

I woke up to the sound of water POURING. I popped up, thinking, "Z-monster must be washing his hands." Oh, if only.

I enter the bathroom. No Z-Monster. No running sink water. Oh no- even better. The toilet was clogged, the flusher broken, and the chain pulled out. The bathroom floor was about an inch deep. *sigh* OK. I can deal with this. I stopped the overflowing toilet, grabbed the mop bucket and a pile of rags, and started mopping up.

Then it occurs to me- I can still hear running water- Downstairs. I run down to the kitchen. No Z-monster in the kitchen, but, POURING from the chandelier in the breakfast nook, all the water from the bathroom upstairs. The breakfast room was completely flooded, and the water made it all the way into the kitchen. UGH. I CAN'T HANDLE THIS!

I woke up Sven. He mopped downstairs while I mopped upstairs.

Where was the Z-Monster? In bed sleeping the sleep of the innocent.

So, next on the project list? Replace bathroom floor, and the ceiling, walls, wiring, possibly chandelier in the breakfast room.