When the well runs dry

I put an apron on this morning in the vain hope that I might make it through the day in one outfit. Yoan looked at my outfit dubiously this morning. "You look like a cooker in that. But you still look like a mom!" So, while hoping for something akin to Betty Crocker or Martha Stewart, I pulled off a solid Ma Kettle. That's OK. Our breakfast table looked a lot more like Ma's anyway.

We've been in our new home three weeks already! Time shoots past like an angry bird game on steroids. I had another post about the diverse joys of moving but it wasn't fit for public display. I shall fast forward to more present issues instead. Most specifically our most recent poop story. Since everyone loves those so much. Last Friday, we ran out of water. Yep. Two weeks into life in paradise and the well runs dry. But maybe I should set up the scene first......

The three Littles were sleeping soundly, so I left Danae in charge and went to pick up boys from school. Since it was Friday, I had plans to pick up my friend Cortney and her kids for a pizza making party. We got home 5 minutes later than usual to find all three littld hoodlums up and running around the front yard while Danae talked to the therapist who'd arrived early.

"I don't know where my Mom is. She's been gone a long time "

I picked my heart up out of my lap and swallowed it back down before getting out and trying to explain to the therapist that this is not a normal occurrence. Necessary conversations with Danae were had. I flustered my way into the kitchen to finish preparations.  I turned on the faucet to work on dishes. After a spit and sputter, it settled down to a steady drip. My previously swallowed heart sunk to the bottom of my belly and began to flop nervously. No good. We were out of water. It took another day to get it back.

Do you know what happens to ten kids when they discover you have no water? Yep. They immediately develop raging thirst and detox style colon cleanses. We went through 2 flats of water and it took me the better part of the next week to get the house to stop smelling like Nicaragua. Those of you who've been there know what I mean.

Since we had most of the stuff ready for pizzas, we made them anyway. We ate and the kids played. I was reminded how thankful I am for running water.