One of the most humiliating things that can strike anyone anytime is having the misfortune to clog a toilet.
And it only gets worse if your husband has to help you take a turn at the plunger.
But the ignominy really reaches a pinnacle when you have to call your dad to come down at 11pm to help. And he doesn’t leave your house until 1:00am.
This is a humiliating thing. Hypothetically speaking, that is. Not that I know from experience or anything. I would never admit to such an embarrassing thing online.
But if I did, then I would also say that I have never been so grateful to have a husband who’s willing to plunge away at someone else’s "business," without even moaning at his misfortune (I did enough of that for both of us), then cleans up after it’s all taken care of. And I’m really grateful to have a dad who cheerfully (can you believe it?) works on someone else’s toilet until the wee hours of the morning. I’m hypothetically grateful, that is.
And I am eternally grateful that the kids were in bed when this hypothetical scenario took place. Because how do you explain to a three-year-old why the toilet is sitting in the tub?
I am beginning my Thanksgiving celebrations right now. Hypothetically speaking, that is.
8 comments:
Oh, wow. Hypothetically, that sounds really awful.
I seriously think you are in need of some new plumbing in that apartment. Or a large stock of Drain-o. I have witnessed the toilet and the washer. Good luck.
You should never, I repeat Never take the blame for a clogged toilet. It was the 3-year-old's toy, thrown in by the 1-year old, and sunk out of sight.
You forgot to mention the washcloth . . .
I agree with Miriam...I will not take any more blame for the toilet incident other than to say I was the unfortunate one who depressed the handle. Actually, it was lucky I was the one who flushed the toilet, because the other two potty trained toilet users in our house are less vigilant (anal?) about making sure everything exits properly before making their own exit from the crime scene. This toilet is making me OCD.
Some good news: While he were in the unclogging mood, my dad pulled out a washcloth from far down our tub drain. (Grrr...Sage!)
Please note the seventh-to-last item on my "Things I Do Not Like" list on my blog. I guess I really am Mini Janel! Thank goodness for daddies and hubbies.
Too Funny. Seriously. The things you never imagined dealing with when you imagined your grown up life huh?
Janel, last year Grant (who was 2) flushed a mini-flashlight down the toilet. It went just enough down that we couldn't get it, but it left the toilet 'glowing,' which they thought was the coolest thing ever! I (who knows nothing about toilets) didn't know what to do, so I called the first person I could think of that could help...Uncle Keith!!! I'm sure he wanted to burst out laughing, and I'm sure fellow collegues that might have been happening by his office must have thought me (or him) crazy talking about 'glowing toilets.' Needless to say, his advice worked and the toilet glows no more. :) Your dad is the best!
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