Tuesday morning, I was flown into consciousness by hearing the middle girl vomiting. Day 2 of a tummy bug and no laundry facilities. At 3:30 am I changed her pj's, washed her face, hair and teeth, and she slept soundly on the couch dog bed with Joey. Off to work with Daddy she went. I took all the laundry to a dry cleaner 2 blocks from my work. They offer a wash, dry and fold service for $7/load. When I brought in the soiled linens, Polly, the sweet lady behind the counter scrunched her nose up. "We charge extra for barf." She says with a twinkle in her eye. I profusely apologize, drop off the comforter and clothes. It was ready for me when I left work the same day. $27. Ouch. $20 to launder the comforter alone. That's more than what I paid for it on clearance at Target. Oh, well, what can I do? I don't have time to sit in a laundry mat for hours watching it slowly dry.
Tuesday night in the camper wasn't so bad. We ate dinner, the kids watched a movie, little man took a bath, and I cleaned up. That night was going to dip into the teens so we left the water dripping in the kitchen and bathroom. We woke up Weds morning with water! Hallelujah! But no hot water. Shannon had to take a shower at the house, 20 miles south. Luckily, we hadn't closed on it yet and we still could use it.
Before Shannon left, he suggested we leave the water dripping in the sinks to prevent freezing because the high was only going to be 26. Before I left, I put the dogs in their crates and the water dripping.
I came home late that evening to a FLOOD. The camper had flooded. I escorted the dogs out, 2 by 2, and preceded to freak out. My nerves were shot, and this was the icing on the cake. Apparently, the gray tank had frozen, displacing the water dripping from the faucets. The tub overflowed. The same tub that held my little cherub the night before. Why, tub, why, have you forsaken me?!? We only have 5 towels in the camper, one for each of us, and I used them all. That barely made a dent in the water. I remembered that I had a box of towels in the back of the van I was going to donate to the local animal shelter. I ran outside and used them all. I called Shannon sobbing that I couldn't handle it any longer. He was so calm, and just said these were growing pains and just little bumps in the road. Sure. That just annoyed me even more. How could he be so calm? BECAUSE HE DIDN'T HAVE TO CLEAN UP THE FLOOD. That's why.
I piled all the wet, heavy towels outside and went to feed the livestock. I called our dearest friends, and we ended up spending the night with them--in a real house. It was luxurious to say the least. I slept like a log. The next day, I retrieved the now frozen towels, and took them back to Cook's Laundry Service. Another $30 later, I have clean towels. I ended up hoarding the extras in case of disaster again. They live under Joey's bed couch. Just in case there's other flood.
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