Heidi and I snuck in a quick shower after my dad left this morning. I say snuck, because we’re not supposed to be running the water until the well-tank is replaced. I won't go into the salacious, riveting details surrounding the well-tank issue, except that there's a well-tank and a float-thingy, and they have a problem. Trust me, discussing this subject in any further detail would be as pleasant as receiving a noogie administered by a girl, like me, who's observed the no-running-the-water-or-shower-rule for the past four days. It's RIPE here people!
Now it's my understanding that running the water won't actually damage the well-pump. However, if my dad caught wind that we took showers this morning, his brain matter might come shooting out of his ears with such velocity that we'd need to clean-up the mess with soap and a bucket of water. Thus requiring we buy more bottled water, since we can't run the water around here! So let's just keep this between you, me and the entire Internet.
After our illicit showers we toweled-off, and Heidi made a beeline for her castle. Ben went to look for something for her to wear, since we’d forgotten to take care of this little detail before the shower, just as we always forget to find clothes for the girls before all the other thousands of prior showers. Every time we look at one anther and are all…Did YOU forget the clothes again? EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. We also enjoy, repeatedly, knocking our heads against the concrete basement walls.
Before Ben could return with clothes, and what-not, Heidi looked me in the eye and told me she needed a diaper. And I was all…REALLY? REALLY? Heidi, you KNOW you need a diaper? And she was all…A-huh, yeah, isn't that what I just said? Then she went back to jamming her little castle's door in the wrong direction.
Now I’m all buzzy and excited like I’m one number away from hitting the power ball, because this means two things: 1] she has the physical, and cognitive awareness, that she needs to pee [putting us one place closer in line to potty training] and 2] she’s about to pee all over the rug!
In the time it took me to get from the couch over to her, she’d peed. Leaving a dark, wet spot, under her bare legs. And she was all...Guess what lady? Just for future knowledge, you have like thirty seconds to get me into a diaper after I give you a heads-up.
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