When it is Quiet....

I have often heard people say that when they don't hear their kids making a lot of noise, then they are doing something they shouldn't. I find this to be true. Already.

Darin and I have been staying in a hotel suite in Dallas the past week. Today the babies and I woke up and after they were fed and contentedly playing on the floor I decided to take a quick shower and wash the grime out of my hair. While I was in the shower I heard a clunk. I figured it was Dallin playing with Darin's belt on the tile floor of the vanity area. I didn't really think too much of it and quickly finished my shower.

Much to my horror when I stepped out of the shower I encountered this little disaster. The other child had fled by that time. It was the both of their doing.

To make matters worse, there was old gunky hair hanging out of the exposed pipe and dirty water all over the floor. The babies had tons of hair in their hands and Cameron started coughing like he had something caught in his throat. We are in a HOTEL. You never know who was here before and what people put down the sink. Needless to say I almost threw up just thinking of all of the details. I immediately got the kids out of the crime scene, made myself presentable, and called for backup (hotel maintenance). I scrubbed the kids hands and tried to see if there was anything in Cameron's mouth. I was very relieved to not find anything.

On the kid's behalf, they didn't really intend to break the sink and really if it was secure enough and put together well enough, they wouldn't have been able to pull it apart so easily. Nasty.

Somehow even though this was so horrible, I have this terrible feeling that I am just at the beginning of a path that will lead me to experience many more of these disasters and some that are probably worse than a broken sink. Please pray for me to have a stomach made of iron and ears that are able to detect every quiet moment especially when trouble is lurking around the corner (or under the sink).