Last Wednesday, I woke up ready to seize the day. I had a bizillion things to do that I had been putting off for the longest. I got the girls "dressed" and even left the house with makeup done and wearing my favorite shirt. If you follow me on Instagram, you know how much I love this shirt. I think I am even prouder to wear this shirt now than that stinkin' day earlier this month.
Anywho, a trip to Target was absolutely necessary and apparently so was a cake pop.
I was so proud of myself for everything I got accomplished. I sat down to blog and help Mike with his homework, good end to a day. I noticed there was a big puddle of water by my living room rug, but didn't see a cup anywhere around. It all of a sudden got really hot in the room and I remembered I had left the laundry room sink running to fill up. Honestly, I was terrified to look around the corner. It was worse than I expected. Blah, blah, blah, and I flooded the house. The night ended with a completely unnecessary purchase of a shop vac, and bag of dry cleaning that is still wet to this day, and the best husband who helped me get it all cleaned up.