Thursday afternoon. I’m managing a slightly fussy baby. I’m also trying to clean our house up simultaneously. I’m cleaning out the fridge (with one arm) and I toss some old pork into the garbage disposal. I turn it on, and run the water. And water runs all over my feet. Not just regular water. Dirty stinky pork water. Turns out a pipe under our sink has busted, and that giant tupperware of pork is now evenly distributed all over my cupboard slash floor.
You can probably imagine that I am ecstatic at this point. I love messes. I especially love stinky messes. There are pork bits in all of my dishtowels, all over the cupboard walls, all over everything. Cue Isabelle’s hungry cry.
So what do you do when you have a hungry baby AND a giant pork mess? You leave the mess. And you feed the baby.
Jazz came home early and put on his man tool belt and went to work on our sink. Three hours and three trips to Home Depot later, we had running water again, and a pork free floor. I threw all of our dirty pork towels into my washer, not really thinking, and then I had pork bits all over my washer and dryer. Not one of my finest moments.
I guess the lesson here is throw your leftovers in the garbage, not in the sink. And also have working pipes.