Last night Nathan and I retired to the basement to watch the second half of Avatar with its death, destruction and tragic deforestation. It was pretty loud in some parts and I was so completely engrossed in the story that I forgot about the load of towels I had in the wash. I also did not hear what was going on upstairs while my heart was bleeding for the Na’vi.
After the movie was over, I went into the laundry room to load up the dryer when I heard water running somewhere in the house. The sound was unmistakable. I could hear the hum of a faucet and the rush of water running down through the pipes. I went upstairs expecting to see Autumn awake and in the process of some water-related shenanigans. Mind you, it was after 11:00 pm, a time when shenanigans of any kind are not tolerated. The kid needs her sleep.
And asleep she was. Sound asleep with half her body falling off the bed. The bathroom door was closed, and when I opened it I discovered a running faucet, a sopping wet bath mat and a ruined compact of Physician’s Formula pressed powder sitting in the sink.
At this point your guess as to what went on is as good as mine.
I was livid. I had left Autumn in her room at 9:00, and given that some water-related shenanigans took place after I left her, I figured that faucet ran for at least an hour and a half. An hour and a half of wasted water. Dozens of gallons of wasted water. And how ironic that happened while we watched a movie that is essentially a vehicle created to slap you in the face with its environmental conscience. Gah!
My inquiry this morning was for naught. I may as well have asked the child where crop circles come from or if Tom Cruise really is gay for all the answers she provided when I asked her what happened after I went downstairs.
She doesn’t know.
Of course she doesn’t.