The flood has receded.

Today, I can laugh, yesterday, not so much. 
Last night I needed to defrost some shrimp for dinner.  Recommended speed method, place shrimp under cold running water.  That's a great idea, so I put the shrimp in the colander, put the colander in the sink and let the water run over it.  Then, I forgot about it, for about twenty minutes.  Opps.  I also forgot that I had left the stopper in the sink.  {Can you see where this is going?} I came back to the sink overflowing.  The floor around the sink had about an 1/8'' of water, the cupboard under the sink, and next to the sink had about 1/4'' of water, and the drawer next to the sink had an 1" of water in it.  Oh joy.  Every towel I used, I knew that I was going to have to take it to the laundromat.  That, and both of my kids were screaming.  Even better.
I called Ben to let him know about my situation.  Unfortunately, the landlady had already called him to let him know the downstairs neighbors had water dripping from their ceiling.  Ben told her that he was out of town, and to call me.  I had to call the landlady, let her know that it was my mistake, and I was sorry.  Fortunately, she didn't make a big deal of it, and said that I must have a lot going on with two kids, and having Ben out of town.  Oh yes, I played that sympathy card, yes I did.  {Please don't tell me you wouldn't have.} 
Hopefully, it really wasn't a big deal, but we will see what happens when she sends us our deposit back...

Hello. Today I am Scarlett O'Hara.

Drama.  Last night as I was feeding Thomas at two in the morning, I was thinking about moving.  I was thinking about what I would miss, and what I was happy to leave.  At that exact moment, the bug bites that I had received the night before started itching so badly, I thought I had chicken pox.  I woke my loving husband and he went to get me some cream to relieve my misery.  I decided I am not going to miss this apartment-not one bit.  Between no laundry, no dishwasher, no disposal, the bathroom that never looks clean no matter how much I clean it, the windows that we can't leave open because the screens have holes in them that let bugs in, the neighbors that smoke, the landlady that doesn't want to fix anything...I am done.

This is when things became a little dramatic.  I thought of the movie Gone With the Wind, and Scarlett O'Hara, who is absolutely very dramatic.  I thought of the scene right before it cuts to intermission-where she stands and says, "As God as my witness, I'll never be hungry again."  Then I picture myself in the same scene, holding a laundry basket and a dish wand saying, "As God as my witness, I will never live like this again." 
So today, I am Scarlett O'hara.  Watch out.