Midnight Crisis

This morning as the aroma of freshly brewed coffee drew me into the kitchen, I stumbled over a big pile of  sodden bathroom towels on the floor.   I stared at them with bleary eyes as I tried to figure out how on earth they had come to be there.  After a moment (and a couple gulps of my caffeine-rich brew) I remembered.

I had been asleep for an hour or so when I woke up to the sound of Shaun’s shouting.  I had no idea what he was so upset about, but the panic in his voice had me awake and flying towards the kitchen instantly.  As Shaun ran around collecting towels, I gawked in confusion at the huge puddle of water in the middle of the kitchen floor.   Shaun scurried around checking to make sure no pipes had burst.  I started sopping up the water as he ran downstairs to see if the water had leaked through the floor. (I’m rather impressed by how much scurrying he did while my brain wasn’t functioning yet)  He was still trying to determine where all that water had come from, when it suddenly dawned on me.  It was all my fault.  (I hate it when that happens)

I’ve gotten into the habit starting the dishwasher right before going to bed.  (After all, it’s so  comforting to listen to the gentle sound of someone else (even if it is a machine) washing all those dishes for you) So I did a quick walk-through and put the last of the dirty dishes in the dishwasher.  Then I realized that we were out of detergent.  I briefly considered waiting until I bought some more then impulsively grabbed my bottle of  dishwashing soap (As opposed to detergent.  Trust me, there is a difference) 

I had vaguely remembered an incident from a couple years ago, so I only put a little bit of soap in the dispenser thinking it would be fine.  Then I went to bed, only to be awoken a few hours later.

Oops.

I really should learn not to be so impulsive. One little moment has earned me the ire of my husband, an extra load of laundry to do, and a dishwasher full of dishes that aren’t very clean. 

At least the floor has been mopped….

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16 Responses to Midnight Crisis

  1. lynne says:

    I can imagine a kitchen filled to the brim with soapy bubbles like something out of I Love Lucy, but why did the dishwashing liquid cause the dishwasher to overflow with water? Or were you both too late to see the bubbles before they burst? πŸ™‚

    It took a long time for me to make rice because of an I Love Lucy! We missed all the facinating bubble action. πŸ™

  2. Peggy says:

    Oh Jeeze! Well it is times such as the one you just wrote about that gives one EXPERIENCE! Live n learn! LOL

    I’d rather have just learned from someone else!

  3. photowannabe says:

    Life never seems to be dull for you. At least you got a clean floor out of it….LOL

    Shaun insists things aren’t dull for me because I am a Drama Queen. I disagree!

  4. Kathy Ariano says:

    Oops is right! You’d think soap would be soap, right? Don’t you hate it when we’re wrong?? πŸ™‚
    The floor is nice and clean, though.
    I still don’t know why it didn’t work!

  5. Pamela says:

    oh NO!

    Next time just put them thru a rinse cycle until you get the right soap.. LOL
    NOW you tell me!

  6. I think you need to really stock up on dishwasher soap.

    I usually do have a back up. I don’t know why I didn’t this time. Oh well…

  7. Linda says:

    Too funny … my son did the same thing. At least the floor is clean now!

    Between the dogs and the bubbles, my floor shall always be clean!

  8. Beckie says:

    It never would have occurred to me to try the other soap. I’ll be sure to mark that idea off my list of things to try.

    Really? I’m half tempted to dry laundry detergent just to see if it will work better!

  9. Joy T. says:

    I think the dishwasher companies and the dish soap companies are in kahoots with each other because soap should be soap when it comes to washing ‘any’ kind of dish. But what do I know. I too have put dish soap in the dishwasher and still have nightmares over the bubbles oozing out the sides of it. No towels on hand but two boxes of kleenex sitting on the cupboard….which weren’t nearly enough I might add.

    It’s so good to know that I’m not the only adult on the planet that did this! (It’s different when a kid does it!)

  10. Patsy says:

    I ain’t going to say a word!!!!!! mom

    I’m impressed! I didn’t know you could do that!

  11. tommie says:

    first, thanks for the lesson. So glad you learned it.

    Now get yourself to Costco….they sell those little Cascade gel packs in bulk. You can buyself a container of probably 500….you might only have to go once a year!

    Sadly, those containers only last three months…unless of course, I cheat by giving them sandwiches on paper towels…that should stretch it out!

  12. Cazzie says:

    Oh nooo, I am laughing but I know it would not be a laughing moment at the time. My friend did this too and she flooded her kitchen aswell as her hallway that had this lovely carpet..they needed to replace it all! Insurance is a God send!

    Thank goodness all we had was a relatively little puddle!

  13. Lisa's Chaos says:

    Oops. πŸ™‚ My kids did something similar to me once, boy our whole kitchen was full of bubbles. πŸ™‚

    I’m a little sad that we missed out on the bubble part. Not really…but it would be a lot more fun than a plain ‘ol puddle!

  14. Tink says:

    At least you didn’t wake up to waist-high suds. πŸ˜‰

    Now that would be a true disaster!

  15. I had no idea that would happen. Something not to do in future.

  16. amanda d says:

    I agree with whoever said that about the suds. But I have to know…was there any suds? And why did the soap make water get everywhere?

    I must admit, it was funny becuase it didn’t happen to me. I totally understand the sinking feeling when you realize something that happened is your fault, and oh, I hate that!