Friday, November 13, 2020

Unexpected Discoveries

In the last week or so, we have had drama in our house. We have a 1.5 bath house. The laundry room has a half bath, stool and sink. We banished the boys to that bathroom long ago, around the time Bear was potty training and the twinks were itty bitty and we were so sleep deprived our hair hurt. Good times.

Anywho, now that we are done with potty training, it turned into the boys using the laundry room bathroom and the girls the main bathroom. Unless one is occupied. A household of 8 people, it happens.

Sunshine potty trained beginning of October. We still have accidents fairly often, typically right before bedtime. The coveted - All Day with Dry Roonies Reward just minutes out of reach. 

Anywho - the children had full access to the bathroom. Always a sketchy situation for toddlers. The Hubby had taken apart my Dyson to deep clean/investigate why it wasn't working. For some reason this meant washing in the bathtub and then leaving all parts and pieces on the bathroom floor by the heater vent to dry - conveniently located directly in front of the toilet. Where multiple curious children have a need to go multiple times a day. Generally unsupervised. 

I was tired of tripping over the parts, they seemed dry. Or as dry as I was willing to let them get, I was regathering pieces for 3 days and over it. I moved everything into the bathroom closet. 2 days later Hubby discovered they were moved and lectured kids about not touching things and lost parts. I glared and said I moved them. He had the Bug fetch O-rings, reassembled the vacuum...and left both the standard and matrix boxes of O-rings in the bathroom. The next morning the Bug caught Sunshine flushing them by handfuls down the toilet.

I locked the deviants out, and started trying to sort O-rings. I soon lost interest and threw them into a ziplock bag. I expected an angry husband that night, instead I got one that giggled and said at least she only opened one kind and didn't mix the standard and metric. The ziplock bag and two boxes are still living on my dresser. Why things never get put away is a rant for another day.

In the next day or so, the toilet clogged. Not that big of deal, plunged and moved on with life. But, then it continued to clog. Like every time or every other time it was used. We plunged, husband used a snake. We banished all children to the laundry room bathroom. 

Still clogging. After the test flush fine-ish, usually kinda. Sometimes holding down the handle it slowly flushed, but still wasn't working right. I was sent to buy a toilet auger/snake...our snake was deemed not good enough. Husband went to work and couldn't find a clog. Main bathroom now used for only showers.

8 people sharing a bathroom stinks. 8 people sharing a bathroom with a newly trained toddler leads to lots of frustration. Husband decided we needed to remove the toilet completely to investigate. Twins still using main toilet and not flushing. Horrible flood on my bathroom floor. We moved the stool to the tub and tipped it over. Ran water throw it, from the shower head and filling my big stock pot and dumping. Flushed some little turds and pieces of toilet paper. But didnt seem to be a clog. Husband used the toilet auger again. Then new wax seal down and toilet replaced. Test flush a-o-kay. I bleached, scrubbed, mopped and disinfected the bathroom surfurces and bathtub. Then went to bed.

Heard muttering and banging from the bathroom. Then husband roars directed towards the littlest 3. After round # "I lost count" of snaking the now very clean inside and out toilet, he had finslly worked out the stick from an xylophone. An xylophone? Huh.

My money is still on Sunshine. She makes sure we replace toothbrushes more regularly than 3 weeks. In the middle of this on going clogged toilet debaucle I found floating toothbrushes in a near overflowing unsanitary toilet. At least the toilet flushes. We have now decided the laundry room is the kids bathroom...until the toddler masters opening doors I expect the parents bathroom to be a less scary place.

Kids are blessings. They are blessings. They are blessings. They are blessings.

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