Water and Bubbles and Suds...Oh My!

Apparently, when you run out of dishwasher detergent, you can't use regular dish soap in its place. If you can relate or if you know me - you're laughing because you're thinking that this is "typical Lorri" stuff right her' and/or something like this has happened to you before. But if you're perfect - you're probably rolling your eyes and thinking, "O.M.G. Seriously? Duh! Everyone knows you can't use regular dish soap in the dishwasher!" If you're the latter, click the red button at the top corner of this page - your kind is not welcome here.

*Sigh* I found it out the hard way. I was completely oblivious to what was about to happen. And I should've known better, after all, I was experiencing 'the calm before the storm'. In my house, it never fails that when things with my dog or my children are going a little "too smooth," some crazy shit's about to go down. I should've known better. I should've seen it comin'.

Our evening was uneventful; we played in the rain, we talked about our day, we danced, the kids got a bath and we were winding down. We even ate dinner without the dog eating food out of Ari's hand (it happens more often than you'd think) and we finished homework with no meltdowns. I thought I'd take advantage of the good behavior and slip into the shower while the kids were piled on my bed watching "Drake and Josh." And can you believe I had not a single interruption the entire time I was in the shower?! 

In my world this doesn't happen. Typically, I get followed in the bathroom from the giddy-up. You see, we're the kind of family where Daddy takes a shower, I brush my teeth and Owen is on the toilet all at the same time. I know. TMI. 

Normally, I don't mind the overcrowding of the bathroom but there are some days where I want to open my eyes after rinsing the shampoo out of my hair and not see a head pop through the curtain followed by a, "Mommy? Come here, I need to show you sum-ting." Really? Are these kids serious when they have such a request? Yes... Yes.They.Are. 

But today, my shower was uninterrupted. I stepped out and I combed my hair when BAAAAAMMMM (did you get the dramatic effect I was going for there?) the door opens. Ethan's standing there. 

Hmmm. The Good One. What could he possibly want? He never interrupts me.

"THE KITCHEN IS FLOODED!!!!!!!" He squeals those four words and the kid seemed pretty damn thrilled about the prospect of having a portion of our house under water. I haul ass downstairs to see about three square feet of suds. Have I ever mentioned Ethan's flare for the dramatic? I gave him 'the look,' threw a towel over it, assumed it was from my dish soap and just turned it to the rinse cycle with the logic that it would just rinse the bubbles through the dishwasher and get it all out of the machine through some pipe leading to God-only-knows-where and the bubbles would never be heard from again.

I went upstairs to finish getting dressed and straighten up bedrooms with the kids. A little while later I sent them downstairs for their bedtime snack and I faintly heard my name again intertwined with the words "bubbles" and "water". They're giggling this time. But I'm not worried. I head to the kitchen and the entire freakin' floor is covered in like an inch of water layered with inches upon inches of suds.

*Sigh*

I guess my rinse cycle theory was wrong. The kids ended up having a bubble throwing fight (what the heck right? Might as well make the best of it) and my poor washing machine is pulling double duty tonight. We used every towel in the house to soak up the mess - good thing I got my shower when I did.

Note to self: Buy the economy size dishwashing detergent so that you have a year's supply on-hand. And always remember: Where it's calm...a storm's a-brewin'.