Wet Basement & Happy Boys

Children are so much more flexible than we are. They can go into any new situation and fit right in. They easily adapt just like chameleons. I'm simply writing this post to praise my boys.

Unfortunately, we returned home Tuesday evening to a loud hissing sound. Since I didn't know what it was, I grabbed a stick to take downstairs just in case I had to turn into 'Superhero Dad'. I walked downstairs and to my dismay I see a half inch of water covering the floor with the hot water expansion tank spewing water. Welcome home.

We could not get a technician to come in soon enough and fix the problem. By this time it's 7 o'clock, no dinner has been cooked, and homework needs to be done. We decided to pack up the family and head to a hotel. For some strange reason this appealed to the boys. Literally, they got excited. A little too excited.

We spent the night in a hotel room and the boys got comfortable, extremely comfortable...rather quickly. I couldn't figure it out because I was displaced from my house, my basement was flooded and smelled, but they were happy.

I wish I had their outlook sometimes. They have been great through this yucky transition and have been very understanding. I think it would be beneficial for me to have the same type of attitude. Just a thought.

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