Let's leave the walking on water bit to the Almighty.

We were finally getting over the sickies and it was time to wash - everything.

If you're family is anything like mine, you know how germs can spread! The girls slept with us, we slept with them, we cuddled on the couch, shared blankets and pillows and on and on . . .

Operation sterilization was going well, until I decided to try washing my comforter.
I have a super-size washer. I wash the girls comforters all the time. What's the worst that could happen?
My daughter walking on water, that's what!

I heard a loud gasp and looked up from the dishes. There stood Shelby in an inch of water, eyes as big as hubcaps!

Apparently the load was just a bit much for old 'Sir Washalot' to handle. The rinse cycle had overflowed and water was running from the laundry room, across the hall, and out the back door!


Flowing out the back door...



 



And filling the boot tray!

Six towels, one blanket, and several moppings later and the water was gone. My sweet girls, still not feeling their best, pitched in to help.
Shelby handled the mop and Maddie wrung out the towels (in her own way) and laid them on the back porch to dry.



The up side? That's probably the cleanest my floor has ever been!