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."