Oh.My.

Today marked a milestone for me. 

No, it's not that my wonderful amazing husband is coming home tomorrow.

No, it's not that I was able to survive almost 8 nights (tonight is #8).

You're never going to guess, so I'll just come out with it.

I unclogged the toilet by myself.

This is huge considering I hate cleaning toilets, let alone taking a n-a-s-t-y plunger that I'm certain has n-e-v-e-r been disinfected in the history of owning it.

I shudder when I think of that.  'blehhhhhhh.'

So yesterday my little 3 year old was in the guest bathroom downstairs when she started yelling for someone to come wipe her.  I was doing something, so I recruited the 12 year old with the honors.  She can't stand that job, but sometimes it's good for her to have that responsibility to remind her that cute babies grow up and do disgusting things that you still have to deal with. (ok, really I'm just very busy being a single parent and needed her desperately...)

The 12 year old starts making all kinds of bizarre sounds, yelling that something like that is impossible to come out of a 3 year old and gagging.  I really can't at this point remember what I was doing, but I was busy enough to not be able to check it out, and I regret that terribly because I'm certain, if it was as much poop as the 12 year old was claiming, that and the fact that it probably took half a roll to wipe the 3 year old probably contributed to the toilet becoming clogged.

By the time I finished whatever I was doing, it was too late.  The funny thing, is neither child told me the toilet was clogged until I tried to use it myself. 

"Oh." The 12 year old says.

So we're on our way to a Baptism.  I tell all the children to not go in the bathroom and use it at all.  I really should have locked the bathroom, or put a chair in front of it, or crime scene tape across the doors because of course, when we finally got home from our busy afternoon/evening last night, unclogging the toilet downstairs was filed away safely in that part of my brain I have yet to be able to retrieve any information from. 

Which means....

When my son woke up this morning and saw that his 12 year old sister had locked the door, he decided to head down to the unlocked, and now very clogged toilet downstairs to handle detail.

Again, no one told me the toilet was still clogged.  So when I went to drop off the laundry in the laundry room next to the bathroom, the stench alone nearly sent me over the edge.  Why do I always have to deal with bathroom issues???

When I quizzed my 10 year old son, he very defensively said he had NO IDEA the toilet was clogged!  He didn't see anything in the toilet! 

Of course he didn't because the white toilet paper was very neatly tucked in at the bottom of his mess, so when he tried to flush an explosion of water and other lovely items swirled about in a fantastic clog.

I hate dealing with clogged toilets.

So, if you hate it to, than you've done what I do.  I go in about every half hour and try to flush it to see if anything has naturally broken down and it's able to swallow it all yet.  (don't be disgusted with me, they DO NOT make toilets like they used to.)  I think the little hole that swallows all the crap (literally) is getting made smaller and smaller-
Anyway-by the time the girls were set to come home, I had to take action.  So I went outside to get the n-a-s-t-y plunger. 

I put the darn thing in the toilet and it took FOREVER to unclog it.  I tried and tried and tried and tried and kept trying.  The toilet was not coming unclogged.  I guess I figured it could stay clogged until tomorrow evening when my hubby got home, but I really get tired of running upstairs to use the bathroom, so I didn't want to quit so soon.

Finally it swallowed it.  The sound of gurgling could be heard as the remnants of yuck finally were sucked down into the abyss of more yuck.

The toilet was unclogged.

But the plunger was still in the toilet and very wet and covered with you know what and quite frankly I did not feel like finding a nasty towel to carry the nasty plunger up to my shower to dry.  So I left it in the toilet. 

I had to eventually move it, because my disgust got the better of me, so it's all taken care of now and I've almost recovered from all the nastiness I've endured the last 8 hours or so...

So there you have it.  Another day in the life of the crazy family up north...

Found this online.  But it's pretty close to what it looked like... ;)