A few weeks back we were out on a date. I went through the routine call I always make a half hour or so after bedtime to see how everything went. In all the times past there is only silence in the background, the babysitter tells me how fabulous the kids are and that everyone's sleeping soundly. Chris and I can then go on to have a worry free, enjoyable night. On this night it sounded like the babysitter was throwing a party, I was immediately annoyed, asked why all the kids were screaming and wide awake. She told me there had been a little problem. More like a HUGE problem. Apparantley (after everyone WAS in bed) Charlotte had to use the bathroom, it started to overflow. The babysitter found a plunger, started plunging away with no relief in sight. The babysitter proceeded to plunge while she instructed Charlotte to flush and the water kept coming out. When I took the babysitter home I asked her to guess how many times she thought they flushed it, her estimate was 15!(The following Monday's FHE was on toilet emergency's, particularly never flush it twice if the first time didn't work!) Rozlyn was then assigned to grab every towel she could find in the house, since there was a river now running into each girls bedroom. The babysitter then called my emergency contact friend, Tanya and she came to the rescue. Can I add that only true friends come over late at night, stomp through flooded toilet water, clean it all up and do all of your laundry (the 50 thousand saturated towels)! Tanya, you're the best ever!
Our date night ended with us rushing home, pulling up carpet, ripping the soaked pad out and running a bunch of fans. I was so bitter that we didn't get to ever have dinner that I got some fast food at midnight, set a blanket on the floor, washed our hands really really good and ate our greasy hamburger and fries.
Tanya told us she plunged forever without progress. Chris had the same luck. He ended up taking the toilet apart and found a plastic waffle lodged in there. The perfect storm!
Our toilet in our master bedroom stopped working about a week ago. Chris once more removed the whole thing, turned it upside down.
Here were the latest casualities
We just bought these toys for the airplane ride on our trip to Disneyland. They were his favorite!! Mickey is also missing, we think he might have gone all the way. If it wasn't for Goofy's large bottom, they probably would have all cleared nicely.
Here are items that have been lost and found, four different race cars, including his favorite lamborghini, my credit card, car keys, plastic food, toothbrushes, washclothes, handsoap and now these guys. We don't have an account of whats made it down the shoot.
I have no idea how to solve this problem. We only wish his poop made it in as frequently as his toys.
Should you have the same bad luck you can call on Chris, he's extra helpful, really good looking and even applies brand new clean white grout around the toilet when he's done. I have a super plumber for a husband!
