mom SCHOOL Adventures

Check out Just for Laughs… where my preschooler discovers my BRAIN!

Just a few weeks ago we had a big adventure! Our house was built in 1900 and has wood floors and ceilings… except in the addition that houses the kitchen and the upstairs master bath. I was happily cooking a meal in my nice clean kitchen, when something dripped on my arm. I immediately started looking all around. My first question was quickly answered, No there wasn’t a child behind me squirting me with their squirt gun. (Busy mom’s first response….) “So, what could it be?”, I wondered.

Finally looking up, I realized that the water was coming out of the vent of the fan hood over my stove top. Then it dawned on me, the water must be coming from my bathroom upstairs. With lightning speed I dropped my spoon  – moved my dinner out of harms way – and dashed up the stairs. What I found – made me want to cry… my bathroom was flooded with about 3 inches of water. Even with the tile floor it was still bad. I knew that alot of it had to have gotten through to the joists and of course would soon leak through the dry wall ceiling below. With as much energy as I could muster I grabbed all the towels in the house and started to try to soak up the water before more damage was done…

In case you’re wondering – yes, it was the toilet that overflowed. Some sweet innocent cherub plugged it, and then flushed it again – and then the toilet stuck. The water was still running when I found the mess. Anyway, after about 18 towels, and being sopping wet from toilet water I felt I had done my duty.

The moral of the story… have a toilet plunger in each room and educate all children on how to use it effectively!

2 Comment

  1. Kalin says: Reply

    This is an atricle that makes you think “never thought of that!”

  2. I know just what you mean. A few years ago, when I was 8 months pregnant the same thing happened to me. I was running up the stairs screaming and crying with frustration and our resident piano teacher tried to comfort me saying, “There, there dear, I know just how you feel,” and I really didn’t believe for a second that she did. We had the toilet water flowing through the floorboards and out through the ceiling lights in the downstairs family room. I have since recovered and remember the incident fondly. Thank you for reminding me of that ridiculous day.

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