No, not one of THOSE nights one of these nights.
It's 12:30 and your heading off to bed only to discover the bedroom floor is flooded. Yes completely flooded by the faulty toilet that your husband left running for God only knows how long. No wonder I kept thinking it was raining!
You drag every towel out of the linen closet to sop up the mess that includes a dead mouse from under the bed, thank you Ted, Sophie or Emme, then transport the dripping towels sans mouse to the shower because they can't all fit in the washing machine at once.
You can't help thinking what the downstairs carpet must be like but it's really to late to worry about it now as this has happened before. There used to be a pool table (plastic covered thank God) to catch the runaway water but no such luck because we weren't using it we sold it. So wet carpet downstairs. Let's hope it has a chance to dry before the party on Saturday.
And for your extra added pleasure after the mess is mopped up one of the cats decides to vomit on the bathroom counter. It is now 1:27.
One of those nights.
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