I'm in my room changing the littlest prince's diaper and I hear my oldest scream out "mommy come quick. It's the toilet." I think nothing of it until l hear him scream again, "mommyyyyyyyyyy it's the toiiiiiiiiiilet!!!!"
I quickly strapped the pamper on pumpkin and rush to the bathroom to find the toilet flowing water like a pool, literally. I grab the plunger, try to plunge (I think that's what you say) and to my dismay the water continues flowing. "The Father" had left for work and here I am in a pool of water, watching my life go down the drain with it.
So I swallow my pride and call him. I knew not what to do. We are now both yelling, him instructions, me.....fear......and that left both of us no where. I hang up, decide to call my landlord (who I am one punctuation mark away from despising) and for the first time ever she sound as if she cared. She told me she could not come out because there was an emergency vehicle on her street but she was going to try and get someone to come out and help me. I was able to open the top part and the drain/pipe? Not sure what it was but I lift it and it stopped the water. Now here's the trick, the stupid thing must have been broken because once I let it go it started overflowing again. Now I'm panicking again, rain boots on in the middle of my tiny bathroom, tears in my eyes as my son assist me with this task and I hear a knock on the door.
It was my neighbor. *whew* He lives upstairs and my landlord called him to help me. So Fast forward, he was able to get the water to stop. Evidently my son "really really" went to the bathroom and then walaaaaa! Just like that, the problem was solved.
Now I'm stuck with this mess. The kids room was wet. My living room and bathroom floors were soaked and here I was, rain boots on, in the middle of my bathroom floor and tears in my eyes.
So I put my big girl boots on and began to clean up the mess and I thought to myself..........is this how life alone (not lonely, just alone, big difference but another blog entry) would be???
I'm not sure if we were all destined to be married but I don't think that God created this whole world with billions of people for us to be alone. I realize the lesson in it because I was able to see both sides of the fence. I know what it is like to be married and have someone fix the pipe and clean the snow off your car, the help with groceries and so on and so forth and TONIGHT, say Tonight, I saw what it would be like doing it by myself.
If you know me, you know I'm a girly girl. I don't even as much as step on a bug in fear of it messing up the bottom of my shoes (don't judge me) lol! And here I am, in the middle of my bathroom floor, paper towels, gloves and my rain boots.
I know that the time alone breeds a strength that cannot be broken down and when you have that opportunity to live alone and do those things you develop a certain level of independence and it builds your character and gives you knowledge of things that you could only learn on your own.
But the fear of that water not stopping struck a cord in me, it made me question my prayers and things that I had sought God about. Things that would leave me in that "alone place."
So it left me with the question "Should man be alone?" With so many people around us should be suffer the fate of standing alone, in my rain boots, in the middle of my bathroom floor, with tears in my eyes?
