Remember that day that I forgot to give Ricki her concerta? Well, I forgot to tell you something that occurred that same evening. Ricki was trying to get me to turn on the computer for her, and I was stalling, hoping to get some better behavior from her. Suddenly she disappeared into the kitchen, and I hear the water running. She was washing the dishes, this being her personal “peace-pipe” when she wants to get on my good side. I was busy, and not paying too much attention.
Suddenly Ricki was at my side, with a worried expression.
“The suds are all over the counter.”
I flew to the kitchen in a flash, and discovered the sink high with water, the strainer cover of the drain clogged with food debris. But that was not the worst of it. This sink is a bit loose, and not adequately attached to the closet around it. So I had a flood of water in the cabnit under the sink, which of course had poured onto the floor as well.
I deserve a “Good Mommy Prize” for not yelling. She MEANT well.