Ever since our toilet flushing into the bathtub incident, we feel like we’re coasting through some interesting adventures. In a way, our toilet-flushing-into-tub helped us realize that we live pretty adventuresome lives. And it’s not always on planned. But maybe that’s what most adventures are: unplanned.
We got home to an apartment promised of the toilet and tub being fixed. Since Sweet T was going to grab my tools of major disinfecting on the way home from work, I decided to carry on with dinner and tidying up our kitchen. I felt like quite the betty-homemaker, making dinner, waiting for the husband to get home. As nice as it was, it hinted a bit of the twilight zone.
Husband got home, we dined away on a tasty meal, dinner dishes got done and I tied up my hair to tackle the bathroom. As I happily carried on in disinfecting, I was surprised by the gurgling noises in the toilet and the water going down independent of any action made by me. I proceed to flush and notice the water rising without flushing away. So I cut off the water source. Then I unplug the tub and the water just sits still. Now mind you, neither one of us used the toilet since coming home (thankfully). So if it had really been fixed, the actions of the toilet and tub were completely unexpected and impossible. Some other gross-ness was barfed up by the tub.
Thankfully, AH had offered us her house for the weekend in case our toilet stops working again. She must have known something that I didn’t because I didn’t think I needed to take her up on the offer when it was given, but I found myself a little before 10pm, texting her if we could mosey over to her house where the toilet and tub don’t throw things up at you.
As we packed up an overnight bag and headed over there, we marveled at the adventure and chuckled to ourselves.
Then, Sweet T got some crazy rash/hive looking thing. Allergic reaction to something we consumed? Then I woke up feeling wonky and might have something going on. More adventure.
We stopped by our abode before heading into work to make sure our tub and toilet didn’t do anything crazy overnight. And lo and behold, the tub had groddy spit-up residue all over him. (I left him clean and soaking so something else transpired while we were safe and clean at AH’s house.)
Now we are carrying on at work, me, trying not to be disgusted by the ill-mannered tub we have residing in our place and him, practicing for next week’s Good Friday Service. And as I close this post, I am aghast at how droll this all sounds written out like this.