A Flood... in the Bathroom

I feel like things have been piling up on me lately and as a result I have let the household chores slide.  So on Wednesday I thought that I would skip play group and stay home and catch up on some cleaning.  

Cali was playing outside with the sidewalk chalk, then decided to come in to wash the chalk off her shoes.  So I plugged the bathroom sink and put a bit of water in the bottom so she could wash off her shoes.  I then went back to the kitchen to finish my cleaning.  A few minutes later I went back to check on Cali...  

Water was pouring everywhere! I immediately shut off the water and threw towels on the floor to sop up the water.  Then I heard water dripping.  I ran downstairs (our newly finished basement) water was pouring out of the smoke detector.  Luckily there was a box right underneath it on the floor (one advantage of not cleaning up) catching the water.  

Then the smoke detector in the basement went off (not only does it buzz it also talks, who knew?).  Of course it scared Lexi, but that was okay because it was only in the basement.  So I attempted to reset it to no avail.  (I guess the water would cause it to continue alarming.)  Like I said it was only alarming in the basement so as long as everyone was upstairs they were happy. 

So I went back to work sopping up the water, then of course the alarm started going off upstairs.  So both girls began to cry.  I did not know what to do.  If I held the girls I couldn't mop up the water and it would continue to leak into the basement.  If I let them cry it would have been horrible.  So I called Ed in a panic at work asking what I should do.  I kept repeating "I just don't know what to do" over and over until he decided he should come home.  It would still be another half and hour until he would get home.  What should I do?  I did not know.  

So I thought that I would call someone who would know.  So I called the fire department  surely they would tell me what to do.  So I called and told them what happened they said they would send someone over shortly.  The joy of living in a small town... I heard the sirens immediately, hoping they weren't for me.  First the fire chief showed up in his car.  I was relieved to know that they didn't send the big fire truck.  He came in and disconnected the smoke detector for me.  What a relief to my ears.  

Then the big fire truck pulled up in front of my house.  How embarrassing!  My visiting teachers were due to show up at this time and actually followed the fire truck to my house.  Anyway the firemen were very nice  gave me a new smoke detector, and Cali some fire dept. tattoos.

Ed came home shortly after and helped me clean up and air out the basement.  The contractor is coming over tonight to let me know the extent of the damage.  Hopefully it's not too bad.  Just another adventure at our home.