melcreada | The Joys of Owning a Home

The downstairs toilet overflowed this morning while I was washing a load of clothes. It overflowed A LOT. I heard water hitting the floor and peeked in to see a flood of nasty water coming from the closed lid. At first, I just stood there, staring stupidly at the cascade. But then I put on a production worthy of the Marx Brothers, first running upstairs for the plunger, then into the garage for the mop. Then it was back upstairs for towels and my nappy old sneakers. Then into the garage again for the magically disappearing bucket. Then back up the stairs for rubber gloves. All the time I was laughing because if I didn't laugh, I would start to cry because there was a mini lake in my bathroom.

I had to call my parents for more rags and their wet vac. Now, it's all cleaned up and later on today the repair man will make his second visit this week.

I am worn out. Didn't even get to tackle the dining room for extensive cleaning. Feh.