Leaky Toilet
Ok. Here's the deal. Two mornings in a row, there is a puddle of water outside the bathroom door. We automatically assume that someone spilled something right there but in the exact same spot? I eye the dog. Could she possibly be that clever that she has figured out a way to get out of her kennel, pee on the floor, and get back into the kennel, and LOCK IT behind her? (until the locking behind her part, I was believing it, but she chews underwear, so I think not.). I turn suspiciously to my husband. (EASY NOW! EEWWW! GROSS!). He put a new "thingy" on the faucet outside. Could he have done something that would cause a pipe in the wall to bubble up from the floor? While more believable than the dog, I still hesitate to accuse him. He put the thing on with out any tools, so is it possible to do harm?
The floor the the bathroom is not wet. Or is it? I move a cupboard and sure enough, there is a trail of water, flowing down the floor from under the toilet, to puddle under the carpet in the hall. We have a leak. At the very least, a sweaty toilet. So my hero, steps into gear, maneuvers an emergency water receptacle, (bucket) under the worst of the leak, throws down towels, gets out the fans, and starts drying the area. It is 10:35 p.m. I say that the leak can be dealt with tomorrow, tell the kids to go to bed, and because the wall to the boys room and the bathroom, back up to each other, I check the carpet in there room. Yeah, its wet too. I tell the boy that when they get home from school, they will have to pull the carpet back, and dry that out. My husband is in full on Handy Man mode, so he says, not to worry, he will do it in the morning after the kids go to school.
The next morning I go into the boys room and am assaulted by the smell of cat pee. Once you smell it, you know it. We got rid of the cats because they pee'd on the carpet in the living room (Too fat to get over the dutchdoor to the litter box, I guess), and even though they have been gone for months, we are now reminded of them again. I guess they got the last laugh, or meow as it were. My husband says the smell is that of mildew.
"No, that's cat pee."
"No Mildew. See?" He holds up a green sock as proof. The proof is in the fact that the socks original color was white. (Ok, dingy white! So! I don't use all Tempa CHEER!).
Here's the problem. Has my house smelled like this, and I was just used to it? Is this the reason that my Mom moved out?
My God, we are pigs. I was amazed by the amount of clothes that was under the boys bed. I have sent them in there countless times to get all that stuff out from there, and I thought that they had, as I do enough laundry to cloth a small nation, say Luxembourg. How could this stuff still be in there? I admit, I avoid going into the boys room at all cost. I send in my daughter, my husband, who ever I can, because if you were to see this room, you would call child protective on me so fast, I wouldn't have time to hide!
We call it the drawing room, as the boys have drawn on the walls.....A lot. Times three.
There are no curtains on the windows. Just a lonely bent curtain rod, that just hangs there, a reminder of days gone by. We gave up and just painted the windows for privacy. That is after we had to reinforce them with contact paper as I replaced 3 windows already.
The dressers are tied to the wall. With clothes line.
We had peg board on the end of the bed to keep my youngest off the top bunk and jumping into a pile of bedding on the floor, as he spun the ceiling fan while he soared through the air. The peg board came down we he got in touch with his Monkey side, and figured out how to get to the top bunk by bouncing from the bottom bunk, up and over there rail. ( I see a future gold medal in the Olympics...).
The border of cute little bears going on a picnic have no faces, and various other body parts missing.
Tell me again why I have three of them?
Anyway, my husband is going to fix the toilet this weekend. I have been busy checking the balance on my credit card so that I can pay someone to come over and get the triple weekend rate to fix the toilet after my husband realizes that owning channel locks and a snake, does not make you a plumber.
Pray for us.
The floor the the bathroom is not wet. Or is it? I move a cupboard and sure enough, there is a trail of water, flowing down the floor from under the toilet, to puddle under the carpet in the hall. We have a leak. At the very least, a sweaty toilet. So my hero, steps into gear, maneuvers an emergency water receptacle, (bucket) under the worst of the leak, throws down towels, gets out the fans, and starts drying the area. It is 10:35 p.m. I say that the leak can be dealt with tomorrow, tell the kids to go to bed, and because the wall to the boys room and the bathroom, back up to each other, I check the carpet in there room. Yeah, its wet too. I tell the boy that when they get home from school, they will have to pull the carpet back, and dry that out. My husband is in full on Handy Man mode, so he says, not to worry, he will do it in the morning after the kids go to school.
The next morning I go into the boys room and am assaulted by the smell of cat pee. Once you smell it, you know it. We got rid of the cats because they pee'd on the carpet in the living room (Too fat to get over the dutchdoor to the litter box, I guess), and even though they have been gone for months, we are now reminded of them again. I guess they got the last laugh, or meow as it were. My husband says the smell is that of mildew.
"No, that's cat pee."
"No Mildew. See?" He holds up a green sock as proof. The proof is in the fact that the socks original color was white. (Ok, dingy white! So! I don't use all Tempa CHEER!).
Here's the problem. Has my house smelled like this, and I was just used to it? Is this the reason that my Mom moved out?
My God, we are pigs. I was amazed by the amount of clothes that was under the boys bed. I have sent them in there countless times to get all that stuff out from there, and I thought that they had, as I do enough laundry to cloth a small nation, say Luxembourg. How could this stuff still be in there? I admit, I avoid going into the boys room at all cost. I send in my daughter, my husband, who ever I can, because if you were to see this room, you would call child protective on me so fast, I wouldn't have time to hide!
We call it the drawing room, as the boys have drawn on the walls.....A lot. Times three.
There are no curtains on the windows. Just a lonely bent curtain rod, that just hangs there, a reminder of days gone by. We gave up and just painted the windows for privacy. That is after we had to reinforce them with contact paper as I replaced 3 windows already.
The dressers are tied to the wall. With clothes line.
We had peg board on the end of the bed to keep my youngest off the top bunk and jumping into a pile of bedding on the floor, as he spun the ceiling fan while he soared through the air. The peg board came down we he got in touch with his Monkey side, and figured out how to get to the top bunk by bouncing from the bottom bunk, up and over there rail. ( I see a future gold medal in the Olympics...).
The border of cute little bears going on a picnic have no faces, and various other body parts missing.
Tell me again why I have three of them?
Anyway, my husband is going to fix the toilet this weekend. I have been busy checking the balance on my credit card so that I can pay someone to come over and get the triple weekend rate to fix the toilet after my husband realizes that owning channel locks and a snake, does not make you a plumber.
Pray for us.
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