Sunday, February 14, 2010

I never did get my bacon

We were walking out the door yesterday to attend our weekend breakfast tradition, and I stopped by the laundry room (which also contains a half bathroom) to grab a chocolate milk for Gabe. I walked through the door and was smacked in the face with a stench unlike anything I have experienced in the past. For a moment, I wondered what Josh might have thrown in the garbage, or what might be rotting in the extra fridge, and as I turned I got a glimpse of hell.

The downstairs toilet was overflowing all over the laundry room floor, and there was black stuff, and toilet paper, and TONS OF POOP. Everywhere. We never use that half bath, and this was way more poop than our little family could have produced, and the overflowing wasn't stopping.

So I did what any rational person would do- I started screaming.

Josh came rushing into the room and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the mess. We both stood there for several moments in silence, and I swear to you, I thought about moving out of the house and leaving the mess.

Instead, I walked up the stairs and called the plumber, who said he wouldn't touch a mess like that with a 10 foot pole, and referred me to some other company who dealt with sewer problems, because apparently that is what we had on our hands. Our main line had some sort of plug in it, causing sewage to back up into the lowest point of the house, the laundry room toilet.

$500 later, and our plug was cleaned out, although the mess remained. We've been cleaning for two days, and I'm still traumatized, and the mop is still coming up filthy. Josh took most of the heavy cleaning (i.e. picking up poop and toilet paper), for which I will be eternally grateful. There was a period of time where I was gagging just standing in the doorway watching Josh.

Remind me why home ownership is a good thing? I tell you, a condo is looking better and better by the day.


Sasha said...

wait, why would a condo be any different? We own a condo and I am sure if there was a sewage problem we would be knee deep in it, too. But I digress. Simply put: that is awful. I am really sorry. Gag.

Chatty Cricket said...


That happened once in my parents house when I was growing up and I distinctly remember my mother offering up the suggestion that we should just move. My Dad said no.

GAG. Ugh.

tk said...

that is so horrifying. my deepest sympathies go out to you!!

liz said...

Yikes! That happened in an apartment I lived in when I was a kid.

The apartment was on the 12th floor, and the stuff was coming in through the bathtub drains.

Kristin said...

HOLY LORD! I'm traumatized just reading about that! AAAAAAAAAAAGH!

K said...

Ew! This story makes me want to live in my apartment forever and ever!

My 1-yr-old pooped in the tub this week and I about lost my cookies cleaning that up. I really can't imagine how you and your husband survived cleaning up that mess. Ew!

I'm so sorry you all had to go through that. Ick!

Swistle said...

This is terrible, this is TERRIBLE. OMG.