Panicky Situations

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Something crazy is always happening in a house with a big family. I mean, really, do we ever just have a calm, normal day around here?

Let's start with the other night. I had just started a Skype conversation, but all I got out was, "Hello," before chaos broke out. The bathroom was literally flooded. FLOODED. The toilet was completely overflowing, the entire floor was soaked, and a certain little girl (cough, Twin A, cough) had a very guilty look on her face.

Apparently, she had decided to put a ton of toilet paper in the toilet, completely clogging it up. No one noticed for a while, which is why the situation became so bad. The Skype conversation was put on hold with little explanation, and my brother, sister, and I panicked about what to do until my parents walked us through how to be calm (there wasn't really any need to panic, we just had to clean up). It was so out of control that my sister had to use a cup to ladle water out of the toilet before we could plunge it. Boy, the whole situation was crazy. Let's just say that Twin A is no longer allowed to go into the bathroom without someone standing by to watch out for any suspicious behavior.

Tonight, we dealt with a different kind of situation for which I also panicked. My sister had just gone into our bedroom to go to sleep, and I was standing in front of our door, talking to my mom. Well, our bedroom door is on the same wall that the living room television hangs on. I looked up, and right next to the television was a huge lizard. Now, I'm used to lizards by now. They're all over the backyard down here. But I don't want them in my house, and the one that was in here tonight was way bigger than the little guys out back. Plus, the backyard lizards are green, while the one in here was this brownish-black color.

I panicked, and my sister got out of bed to help catch it. Leaving my mom and sister to deal with the lizard on their own, I ran into my bedroom and closed the door. I even stuffed a jacket along the floor because I didn't want the lizard to slip under and get in our room. Well chaos ensued as my sister missed the lizard and he ran behind the television. My mom flushed him out with a broom, but then neither of them could catch him for a few minutes.

I felt horrible, but I couldn't help but laugh at the whole situation when I came out of my room (after the coast was clear and the creepy lizard was out in the backyard, of course). I'm surprised that we didn't wake everyone else in the house, because between the yelling, the laughing, and the doors opening and closing, we were pretty loud.

Of course crazy things happen when you're part of a large family, but I feel like we have unusually crazy things happen around here. Why do these things happen to us? Does anything crazy happen to your family like this?

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