Dont you hate it when.... .... your beloved child, despite his many fine qualities and repeated requests from you and your spouse, insists on flushing WAY TOO MUCH toilet paper down the toilet... ...and, instead of clogging up right at the toilet (where you would notice it right away and would call the plumber), the mass of toilet paper (and poo) lodges itself in the pipe midway between the downstairs toilet and the street, where you have no idea that it is there... ...until the same beloved child lets the bath water out of the upstairs tub, at which point a huge quantity of water hits said plug of paper and poo and backs up and floods out of the downstairs toilet all over the downstairs bathroom, kitchen, and entry way of your home... ...and when you frantically try to put down towels to stop said poo water from infiltrating into the den (which has a wooden floor) and into the front hall closet (which has a LOT of stuff sitting on the floor), you end up slipping in said poo water... ...and you end up lying on your back, with the wind completely knocked out of you and wincing from pain, in the middle of a pool of poo water? Why yes, yes, I DO HATE THAT. However, because everyone else seems to be sharing three things they are grateful for each day on Facebook, I will add: Nonetheless, I am grateful that: (1) My beloved husband is back from his trip and dealt with the whole cleanup after that, WITHOUT COMPLAINING ONE BIT; (2) The backup happened (for once) in between the downstairs toilet and the street, instead of between the upstairs toilet and Jakes playroom, because in the past every time that this has happened, we have had poo water raining down through the ceiling of Jakes playroom & the ceiling of playroom bathroom (and we just finished repainting the ceiling from the playroom bathroom from the last time THAT happened); AND (3) That, upon finding myself lying in a pool of poo water last night (and realizing that I could not bathe, because that would just further increase the size of the poo water pool, all that I could think was well, this is a PERFECT example of adding insult to injury and that rethinking that thought has made me smile to myself (probably making me look somewhat deranged) throughout the day today.
Posted on: Fri, 08 Aug 2014 02:43:34 +0000
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