The other day I was alone in the house, trying to be a busy bee, cleaning the house before Jeff came home. I was in our kitchen trying to figure out how to get the sticky part of a label off of a mason jar. (I can’t help but keep every mason jar we get. They’re so practical and cute!) I decided to soak it in hot water, but since our sink doesn’t hold hot water, I started to fill up our huge popcorn bucket. Pulling a typical “Alyssa” I went into the other room to organize our books, completely forgetting about the running hot water. I ran upstairs to clean Jeff’s office; I must have been gone for at least 20 minutes. Coming back down into our dining room, I started to notice that our carpet had a big wet spot. Looking up a little further, I see this flowing stream of water coming down our kitchen floor. Freaking out I exclaim,
“Oh no! The washing machine must have blown up!” (a bit dramatic I know)
Bringing my eyes up a bit further, I suddenly recall that I had started running water for that stupid sticky label on the mason jar, and never turned it off! Water was flowing from our kitchen sink, down our cupboards, making a heavy river down into our carpet. “What do I do!? What do I do?!” It was like a slow motion Chariots of Fire Scene~ sliding across the wet floor, I lurch forward, stretching out my left arm to turn off the water.
I grab every towel in sight, lay them across the floor and start wiping. I get to the drawers, and notice that I must have left the silverware drawer open a smidge, which just so happens to be right by the sink. Opening it up, it’s like a flood came through! The silverware was floating in water. Drying them off one by one, standing on a soaked towel, I just begin to laugh at myself.
- I’m thankful no one was there to witness the scene except the Lord and I.
- I’m thankful for moments like these, where all you can do is laugh at yourself and thank the Lord for laughter in the midst of complete chaos.