"Daddy Come Quick! Help!"

These are words, being shouted with concern/fear from the bathroom, that this single dad of two little girls dreaded to hear. Even though my girls are prepubescent and barely pubescent these words still freaked me out.

Running to the bathroom...well okay, walking and taking as much time as I can very afraid of what I am going to find...I am thinking to myself "Oh please let it be an overflowing toilet, a flood from the sink or anything else but THAT!" In the steps from the kitchen to the bathroom I'm asking myself "Do I have what I need in the house?" and "How do I calm her understandable fears?" As I take the last few steps I understand that yes, I can deal with this.

Pushing the door open I can finally breathe again when she asks me to help hang the robe hooks back over the top of the door as it had slipped off one side. Thank you God for very small but wonderfully relieving blessings! Please have a good day; I know I will because no matter what happens it has definitely started out better than it could have!!!