In another post, I told you about last week and how the bathroom sink was leaking. It’s okay if you don’t remember, I will wait while you catch up.
The Bathroom Sink
On Friday we called the manager, who called the plumber, who couldn’t come until Saturday morning. The manager turned off the water to the bathroom sink to prevent it from leaking overnight and flooding again. Nothing like having 7 people not able to wash their hands in the sink after using the potty (good thing it was only for one night).
The manager also attempted to fix our toilet (in the five minutes that he was here) that runs or has the flappy thing (so technical, I know, but you still love me, right?) come unhinged all the time. More about the toilet later in this post (trust me, you don’t want to miss this story).
On Saturday morning, the plumber arrives, fixes the sink (in less that 30 minutes) and that is that. He had to replace the main faucet and the line in. I was completely and totally stressed for nothing (about that anyways).
A Different Flood
The rest of Saturday is spent tending to design client appointments (while keeping kids fed and somewhat happy – with new/old toys found in basement) and trying to get caught up.
Then comes Sunday. I don’t normally work Sunday. I really don’t like working Sundays. I usually long, all week, for a day away from the computer, but with the crazy week we had, I had to work all day Sunday and late into the night.
Let’s back track though…
It is Sunday evening and the kids have all had dinner and were playing nicely while Jonah and I both kept working on (The Sewing Stash) which you should check out because it is awesome (I am not biased or anything – Deana has only been my friend for over 20 years).
I was upstairs in the bedroom when I heard Elisha (he has autism – which you will see is important in a moment) say, “Dad, the toilet is clogged.” Then he went back into his room.
I seriously thought nothing of it and went back to work.
A little while later Malachi comes into the bedroom to show me some awesome drawings he was creating. He took the drawings and was on his way to his bedroom when I hear, “Ewe, yuck, oh gross, MOM.”
Um. Yeah. I seriously have no words.
Zion starts panicking and running around crying (Hosanna and Zion are both terrified the toilet is going to flood the house and wash them away). Malachi goes into Zion’s room and is peacefully drawing at the dresser. Elisha pops his head out the bedroom door and says, “I called dad to tell him that the toilet was clogged.”
Just a side note –> We have a new rule in our house. If the toilet is clogged, you have to walk up to dad’s face and tell him. You can’t yell from the top of the stairs.
I walk out into the hall. And water is EVERYWHERE. I am seriously not joking. It has not been that long since I heard Elisha call dad. How in the world…
I am standing in the hallway calling for kids to go to the basement to find towels. Scrounging around the hall closet, the clean laundry pile in my room, and the dirty laundry pile in the hall to find ANYTHING to soak up all this water. It was like someone had let the bathtub overflow. FOR. A. WHOLE. DAY.
Not enough towels in the house. Jonah, next time you tell me we have too many towels, I am going to remind you of the TOILET INCIDENT (which it shall be known as from this day forward). Do you remember the time when… I can hear it now. We will be telling our grandchildren around the dinner table 20 years from now.
Okay, so we are assuming the toilet (not liking that toilet right now, never have, but that is another story) clogged, kept running, overflowed, and (get this part, oh my goodness) FLOODED the bathroom, the hallway, and all the way down the hall into the boys bedroom. It also flowed down the bathroom floor vent, into the heating duct, and into the basement.
We have had a heavy duty fan on it since that evening and it is only now starting to feel drier.
All I have to say about that is this: I am glad it was pee and not the brown stuff or I might have been crying for the rest of the night (or still).
And An Update
I got a call from the doctor’s office this morning. I have my appointment to see the ear, nose, and throat man (about the lumps in my head) at the end of August. I have been told by a close friend that the doctor I will be seeing is “The Best.” All the nurses, at the hospital, say he is awesome.
The receptionist, at my doctor’s office, also said that I should hear about my ultra sound appointment date in the next couple of days.
I am aware of the lumps most of the time. The lumps are annoying. I have been having headaches as well as general pain in the areas where they are. I am resting as much as possible and trying to balance family, work, and everything else.
Thank you for the prayers, we appreciate them.
PS –> On a happy note, I am formatting some pictures of our day at the water park last week. It was a really fun day. I came home with a sunburn (which is nicely tanned now). I packed everything: changes of clothes, towels, and food, but I forgot to pack the sunscreen.