No Pictures Please

I like to take pictures. Most of my mishaps and my children's mishaps I figure will be funny at some point so they need to be documented. That is until I lived through Saturday. Saturday became the day that I learned not everything needs a picture.
I need to back up further. The entire week was miserable for me. I had a cold and I could find not one of my three children that cared. While they were bouncing off walls I was trying to bash my head with said wall. It was a week I could have lived without. On Saturday I was beginning to feel better. Mr. Man was home from his three day campout and some how not being quite so outnumbered made me feel like I could make it through. Everyone finally went down for a nap, even mom for 2.6 seconds until Little Miss decided she was done. We went on the back porch to swing while the rest of the house was asleep. I sat there contemplating life trying to find some peace while the birds insanely chirped all around me. There was no peace to be found. Perhaps they were trying to warn me of impending disaster. I should have listened.
After a while my mil pulled up and we sat and visited for a while. For some reason I thought I should go inside and check on people. I figured when The Boy and Miss Thing got up they would just go and wake up Mr. Man. As I opened the back door, the door to the kitchen, I learned that this was not so. They were both up to the sink, The Boy in nothing but a pull-up, and Miss Thing standing there soaking wet in her pajamas (it's been a week okay? We stayed most days in our pj's). "I wet!" She said. Thanks for pointing that out. Not only were they wet but the sink was overflowing onto the carpet (have I mentioned I hate carpet in the kitchen?) Not only was the floor soaked but on further inspection I opened the cupboards underneath to find EVERYTHING full of water. At this point I wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry. I'm still not sure what to do.
I started pulling everything out of the cupboards. Actually first I unplugged the sink so the 240 gallons of water could at least drain out of the sink. I, of course, woke up Mr. Man to inform him of the flood. I started doing dishes. There was something about having to wash almost every one of my pots and pans that just made me very very sad. The usual response has been, "At least you've got clean cupboards!" But the wounds are still to fresh for me to feel that way. On impulse Mr. Man decided he should check the downstairs. I'm both sad and glad that he did.
There was water, water almost everywhere. Down the stairs. All over the shelves directly under the origin of the flood. All over our food storage. Many things were in boxes, brownie mixes, stuffing mixes, etc. that we were able to take out of the box and salvage the bags inside. We lost one bag of flour and a few others we had to transfer as much as we could to Ziploc bags.
My mil headed home for more towels and then came back to help me work on our food situation. After things were somewhat under control I was at a loss on what I should even do with (or to for that matter) the flood makers. So I left. I left with my mil for a few hours without someone hanging on me. It was a good thing too, it insured that we all would live through the day.
I had to interview my mil and my own mother to see what kinds of disasters we made as small children to warrant such treatment of me. I came up clean. (Clean I tell you! So I did nothing to deserve this!!) Mr. Man, in his youth, went a little crazy with the flour one day. A mess I'm sure was not fun to clean up. The big one was when he was 2 or 3 or 4 they were repainting a bedroom a fun yellow color. He was most interested, though, in turning the carpet a fun yellow color. Just to see what it would look like. That was even less fun in the clean up department. He, of course, denies all such accusations as there is no proof. But I blame him entirely!
I have no proof of that fateful Saturday either. I don't want proof. I don't want to have a permanent picture of the flooding the kitchen incident. It will be better for everyone that I don't.