Wellllll, our four year old accidentally wet the bed last night. That's no big deal except that earlier this week there was a wet bed too. THAT'S actually no biggy unless of course you take into account that our washing machine exploded over the weekend. As my husband and I were upstairs with our two younger kids, our two older boys were watching tv downstairs. Out of nowhere, the boys came flying up screaming, "It's RAINING in the HOUSE!!!" "It's WHAT?!" Was all I could get out as my husband was already half way down the stairs. By the time I got to the top of the staircase he was already on his way back up. He started yelling, "We have to shut it off!'' as he flew by me heading for the laundry room. Our bedrooms and laundry room are all upstairs. This is great for convenience and design but not so great for a flood of mammoth proportions. The washing machine had been pouring out water which flooded down through the floor and then the ceiling below...hence the "rain." We managed to shut it off, clean the floor, go downstairs and clean with buckets and towels, then finally pull out the sopping wet load of laundry. The repair man has a convient opening for this Friday (thank you) so until tomorrow, each and every wet bed equals a whole new pile of laundry to add to the mountain that awaits. I think maybe tonight there won't be drinks of water before bedtime. :)
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