Both sweethearts are napping... and what am I doing- (instead of napping) I AM LAUGHING... by myself. All alone. The haunting echo you get when sitting on this specific spot on the couch reminds me so. Laughing to tears. Yeah I have lost it I am sure this time. 20 straight months of pregnancy will do that to ya, I suppose.
I was laughing at the mere memory of the 1st month in our new house. I was somewhere between 6 & 7 months pregnant, 7pm ish, feeding Paige when Dustin calls down very calmly from upstairs " Brit I need ya... now, like right now." I felt no need to rush despite his "now" plead.
Wouldn't had mattered if I had rushed or not I came to find. Dustin was trying to fix the knob on the bath tub and it came right off... while ON. He was holding a towel over the missing nozzle and it was flooding our bathroom. He appeared shaken and wanting to act fast to turn the water off buuuuut his big wife was taking her precious time pointing at the newly forming... ocean and smirking.
Next, probably a sight to see. A sight that any formed cliche, oriental man with a camera around his neck at the zoo or even just a public park in podunk washington, would be proud to have a photo of and the reason I laugh. In order for Dustin to go turn the water off... Sooomone had to hold the rushing water and did I mention the water was all the way on cold- So my sweet husband, intentionally or not, seemed to take as precious of time turning the water off as I did getting up those stairs. What a brutal battle, it ended with me, soaking wet inside the freezing bath tub, my makeup smeared back from my hands slipping and it spraying me in the face, numb appendages... and Dustin standing in the doorway laughing and pointing just as I had done when I saw the flood uh rising.
On top of the bathroom being a total mess, it flooded through the vent, down into the laundry room bathroom. Filled up the light fixture, drenched the clothes and the roll of toilet paper... boo.
The awesome thing was there was not a moment of bitterness, I obviously can't speak for my husband here but his laughing speaks volumes- Speaking for myself, I was having a blast watching disaster strike.
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