I stayed up late last night because I could. I was looking forward to a little sleep-in time because today is Stake Conference and it doesn’t start until 10:00. So why not hang out at Macey’s a little longer on Saturday night, read a bit of a magazine, etc? No 7:00 A.M. leadership meetings, no sacrament meeting at 9:00 A.M. Just have a luxuriously late morning. Whatever.
These are the five words that roused me out of a deep sleep: Mom, the toilet’s running over!
Now, one hour later, there is a load of towels in the washing machine (soaking in Clorox), the handy-dandy carpet cleaning vacuum thingy is rinsed, drained, and put safely away, and the suitcases that got wet because they were in the storage room that the water dripped into are drying nicely on the front sidewalk. But! We have a sparkling clean bathroom floor! Nice…
Happy Sunday!
Lovely. Happy Sunday.
I totally experienced the same thing last week.