With all this eluding to taking some responsibility for the flooding of the basement, I feel I should set the record straight.
I flooded the basement.
Though, for the life of me, I cannot recall when I decided that taking a bath was an excellent idea, I did, at some point in the evening, turn the water on to draw one and then promptly forgot all about it. At bedtime, C7 noticed the ceiling was raining by his room and I called M7, turned off the main water line, and he and our handyman neighbor came over to find the culprit. We all kept quite still and turned on the main water line to listen for the source. I HEAR IT!! I scramble up the stairs and into the kitchen...it's not there, the washer!!! no, it's off too. Bathroom? SHHIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTT! T'was I. Stupid, stupid, stupid! I stood there for minutes, staring at the bathtub, trying with all my might to remember turning it on. Nothing, blank. I just know it was me. Stupid!!!
An hour, two shop vacs, five towels, two squealing kids, one fan, two neighbors and one very quiet husband later we call it a night. I'm never taking a bath again....
