Plunging My Life Away

I totally should have listened to the wise voice within my head yesterday, but the lazy side of me won out. Not to worry, the lazy side has been thoroughly kicked all last night and today because of it.

Aulora still uses her little training potty to do her "business" because that's just easier than me worrying about her falling in the toilet when I can't accompany her. For whatever reason, she put a wad of about 4 or 5 wipies (still nicely folded and unused) into her potty.

I would have just taken them out but they were then topped off with a couple rounds of "business", if you know what I mean. So I left them.

I left them in there and then dumped her potty junk into the toilet to flush.

Except it didn't flush.

Whah!

I knew I shouldn't have dumped those stupid wipies into the toilet, but I was so tired and was just hoping that somehow they wouldn't clog the pipes (even though they are frequently clogged with much less).

I spent the rest of last night and all day today plunging that gross toilet every hour or so.

I poured draino in there, hoping that would help.

I was trying to achieve the delicate balance of good plunging and clean, non-splashing plunging (a very difficult task indeed).

Finally, after thousands and thousands of plunges, I heard that miraculous sound of water (and other business) swooshing through the pipes.

It was the best moment of my day....although, honestly, with the day I've had, it's no wonder. ;)

***Plungers really are not my friends. I still have nightmares about this episode. And remember that time Julia, well, did this???***

A Moment of Horror

I was soooo tired today, so when it was time to feed Joshua and Aulora was still finishing her nap, I laid down on my bed. If you're a mom then you know how it's possible to half sleep and half watch your children. Granted, you're not doing either one of those things very well but whatever.

I was aware that Julia was in my bathroom and I woke up enough to tell her to get out of my make-up. She stopped so I was satisfied. The next time I woke up a little I looked over to see the toilet lid open. That can spell trouble so I immediately got up and went in the bathroom. Julia's pants and panties were on the floor, the potty is clogged, and there was no Julia. This is good news and bad news. The pants aren't wet and the potty is used so there's no mess for me to clean up somewhere. However, it's bad news that Julia is not around. That can mean a multitude of things, especially since she's probably naked from the waist down.

I set out to find her. I only got to the bedroom door when I see her coming across the balcony with a big black plunger in her hands. She was holding it down by the actual plunging part! EWWWWW! (This would be the moment of horror to which the title refers in case you weren't sure.) And then she put it between her naked legs and started galloping and saying yee-haw like she was riding on a horse. I almost passed out right then and there. Have you seen the new Indiana Jones movie yet? You know the part where they're scrubbing him down after the bomb? Or maybe you've seen Monsters Inc. where a child's sock is discovered on one of the monsters and it's sheer panic as the detox team rushes in?

Yeah.

Oh What Fun It Is To Plunge.....

I don't know if we had extra big pipes in SA or if there are extra small pipes here, but I've plunged more toilets in the last couple of months than I had in all the years we lived in our house. Julia especially has the gift of clogging the potty. She uses soooo much toilet paper and just doesn't understand when to stop. I've tried explaining it to her, but it's just not getting through.

Tonight, she came upstairs to go potty. I came up to check on her and to see if she needed help. If only I had come sooner.....

I opened the door to find her standing mostly naked on the water covered floor. She pointed at the toilet which was filled to the brim with water. Aulora was at my heels trying to go in and it was already close to bedtime. We were supposed to be getting a bath and getting right in bed. But no.

I plunged and plunged. My arm hurt and my feet were getting wet. Gross. Even for a non-germo like me. No matter how hard I tried, I could not undo the damage. I called for John's dad to help me since John wasn't here. He came up and like any man he plunged away so hard that water was flying everywhere. I know it had to be done, but ohhhhhh. It was almost more than I could handle. My only consolation was that it was not yucky water at this point.

We had to use a bucket to empty some water out of the potty. The water was poured into my clean bathtub. Cringe. The clog was finally cleared. We got mops and cleaner and scoured the floor. Of course then the potty had to be cleaned and the bathtub too since it was the draining spot and also where the mops were squeezed.

I think it was only about 15 minutes past bedtime when the mess was finally done. Julia was sitting on the bathroom counter with her dirty feet in the sink during all of this. I washed her feet, ran the bath water and put the girls in. Then it was John David's turn. Poor guy - he got to use the girls' water since we were short on time. He didn't seem to mind.

I was exhausted when the last one was finally in bed. Whew. Who in the world installed the teeny tiny pipes for this house??? That's all I want to know......