isn't it pool party season?

When I awoke this AM to the sound of water flowing, I thought to myself...
sweet, I must not have been dreaming about being somewhere in the beautiful french Polynesians... I really must be here, I can even hear the water..... FUCK FUCK FUCK! What have the kids done now?!
As I rounded the corner from my bedroom to the bathroom, I see my beautiful blue eyed, toe headed, babies sitting in at least 6 in of water, and the toilet just flowing away. They are prepared.... they have on their bathing suits, as well as sunglasses (well, my sunglasses) and beach hats. They were having a memorial day weekend party, Connor and Marleigh style.
**deep breath** Can you blame them? I'm ready for some pool and beach action myself. So ready, that I too sat down in the overflow of toilet water, and splashed happily.... NOT REALLY, but it looked as if they were seriously enjoying themselves. Which, temporarily took my mind of off the 6 inches of water that I was standing in.... in my hall way.... 4 feet away from the bathroom door. HOLY S**T! I turn the water off on the toilet, unclog it (a box of baby wipes provides for a good enough dam, if ever looking for a makeshift pool of toilet water...), throw some towels down, and just as I think I have the madness under control, I hear a knock on the door..... and the kids exclaim "DADDY!" because, well -- unless the UPS man is delivering another one of my online shopping sprees, no one else comes to our front door. No, kids -- Daddy is doing the hard work of freedom at the moment.... or drinking a cup of coffee, smoking a cigarette, and watching his favorite -- The Price is Right. Nothing interrupts the Price is Right, and I mean nothing. BACK TO THE STORY AT HAND. I knew it wasn't my husband, and my stomach dropped. The downstairs neighbors. And, back to the FUCK FUCK FUCK! They had to be rained on. There is no way that 6 in of water didn't somehow find it's way down to the family below. Apt. 105.
*sighs* *checks the peep hole* Yup, downstairs' neighbor. I check the time. 6:03 am. I make an executive decision.... I'm NOT answering that door. I mean, he's gotta know where the water is coming from, and I know that the water is there. There is really no reason to inform me of that, and I'm sure that he was just coming up to be a good neighbor and let me know that there was obviously a leak somewhere, or something of that nature, right?? Since he was awoken at 6 am by water dripping on his head from above, I'm sure that he just wanted to check on us. Fuck No he didn't.... He was probably livid, and ready to kill someone, as I would be in the same exact situation. I made that executive decision, knowing that he needed a little bit of time to cool off. After all, not many people that I know are very friendly in the morning anyhow.
I feel like crap now though.
I actually made the kids hide in bed with me.....
"shhhhh, be quiet guys!" why Mommy? "'cause the guy from downstairs is at the door, and he's mad about the memorial day party pool!!" why Mommy? "because it made it's way into his apt, and he wasn't in the mood for a pool party, at least not at 6 am" why Mommy? "GUYS! let's just be quiet 'til he leaves, okay??" okay Mommy!
Well, the kids must have been tuckered out from all of that swimming 'cause we all fell back asleep until 9:30.
Ah well, sometimes having to clean up a bit of water, is worth the sleep-in that you get afterwards.

I reckon if I hadn't been at work until 1 am last night (even though, that's an early night for me).... that water may haven awoken me long before it became such a monstrosity.