Sunday, December 30, 2007

My bowl runneth over

And I don't mean my cereal bowl. Let's just pretend this is Friday and I am just walking in the door. I say hello to R (babysitter whose identity I must hide due the following events) and I hear Z crying, "Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom, the water is coming out of the back all over the floor". I realize he is in the bathroom, and I go to investigate, pretty sure of what I will find. Yep, just as I suspected, a fabulous shade of brown water filling the toilet and flowing out on to the floor. There sits the plunger so I grab on and start plunging. No luck. Then I think to myself, why was the plunger in the bathroom, I keep it under the sink. Then I think back to a day this past summer when R watched the kids and I came home and the plunger was in the bathroom, like I said I keep it under the kitchen sink. I see a pattern here.

R says, "you need a new plunger, that one doesn't work". I said, "In the 12 years we have lived in this house the toilet has only flooded 3 times" and she says, "Yes and two of those were while I was here." At least she can laugh at that fact. By the way the other time was when B stuck one of my gigantic claw clips, for my hair, in the toilet and then later used it.

Needless to say I tried plunging it again with no luck. The plunger couldn't perform its job duties so it has been canned. I called EB and said we are having a plumbing emergency and could he pick up a plunger on his way home. I said don't dawdle 3 out of the 4 of use home need to use the potty. See the problem is, we are a family of five with one potty.

Da da da da da da da, time is passing, EB finally arrives home without a plunger. I said "where is the plunger". He said, "we have one". I said, "good luck with that". Two minutes later he comes back out and stomps out the door. Guess where he went........

R can come back and watch the kids again, we have a brand new plunger. Which is sitting on the steps to our basement. "Why?", you ask. "Don't go there."

1 comment:

amystar30 said...

At least your kids don't cry every time you flush the toilet to say that it is going to run over and he is scared. Even though it has only happened once with a major blow out.