The Flood

A few days ago, Luke called me over to the bathroom, “Mommy! Jack put a whole bunch of cars in the toilet.”

My heart sunk. I knew I would probably have to touch the dreaded toilet water. Luckily, LUCKILY, it was just water, not the unflushed mess that normally resides in there.

I fished out a matchbox car, a motorcycle and a trailer for that motorcycle. I thought I got everything because I even reached as far as I could. Mmmm hmmm, yes I did.

Apparantly, I didn’t get it all.

A day later I bought a plunger at the store, hoping that the clog was the normal-toilet-clog and not a toy-clog. By the way, being an expert mover, there are certain things you do NOT pack when you move. Most of them revolve around the toilet area. Plungers, toilet bowl cleaners and bathroom garbage cans are on my list to re-buy when we move into a new place. Who wants to pack, let alone unpack a plunger. I, for one, do not.

In the end, the plunger could not do the job. We probably further lodged whatever it was permanently in our pipes.

The next day, Luke (who always seems to be the first on the scene) yelled to Tim and I, “Why is there water all over the kitchen floor?” Not taking the previous days activities into account, I thought, Oh great, our perfect dog finally messed up and peed all over the floor.

Nope, it wasn’t the dog.

Tim mopped up all the disgusting water so we could figure out where it was coming from. After checking everything but the toilet we finally ventured into the downstairs powder room. Bingo.

The water got shut off, the property management called and the plumber was on the way.

It was a main line clog. The culprit:

Clean and Go MO.

Thanks Jack!

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