Mopping in the AM

The problem.

The area.

The result.

The remains.

So we had just returned home from a long day at the orphanage and were getting ready to settle into our cozy, pre-heated, comfy beds when...

"Ah. Ahhhh. AHHHHHHHH!!!" emanated from the other room, followed by a loud crash and more yelps of panic.

"Ummm... Carissa? Everything okay?"

"Well..."

Rounding the corner from my room, I watched in awe as Carissa frantically tried to stem the flowing tide of water from our 5 gallon (yeah right... more like 20 gallon) jug, and then raced to find containers to fit the remaining 2 cuarts of our precious agua in while the other 19 gallons and 2 cuarts gently seeped across the tile floor, filling crevices, depressions, and holes with a half-inch to an inch of water.

"Okay, okay... ahhh... how 'bout... the mop!"

"Towels!"

"Both!"

Pushing the water across the floor while we tried to sop it up and then dumping it into our little red bucket, we quickly realized that a five-inch square mop was no match for the water covering an area of about 20 feet... time for desperate measures.

Ripping off my socks, grabbing the mop handle, and sliding into place, I began shimmying the water (I don't know if that is a verb... give me a break... you know what I mean) across the floor, around the corner, and out the front door. Carissa followed behind... swiping, dabbing, and wringing out sopping towels...

"How did this happen?"

"Well... I don't remember if I usually take the lid off before I lift the water bottle upside down or not... but it... well, I just dropped it and it split. That thick of plastic isn't supposed to break that easily is it?"

Deciding that the plastic obviously should not break that easily (even when dropped from a 3 foot height, full of water), that it must have hit a direct pressure point (of course), and that it was (in all honesty) a pretty darn impressive rip up the side, we terminated our sloshing efforts, left the rest of the floor to dry, and headed to the fridge for rejuvenation...

...where Carissa opened the door, grabbed a bottle of yogurt which flew out of her hand and clattered to the ground, while I slipped on a remaining trickle of water, slammed the refrigerator door (which then shed its papers and magnets onto the ground in a heap), and then shouted,

"Carissa is throwing yogurt, I'm knocking papers on the ground..."

"AND OUR PETS' HEADS ARE FALLING OFF!" cried Carissa.

We are just hoping it doesn't freeze tonight, because that is going to be one nasty surprise to forget about and then slip on in the morning...

What a night... ;)