Sometime during the first couple weeks of bed rest, Corbin (7) came running into my room first thing in the morning. "MOM! The toilet is flooding for real!" Well, there's a relaxing thought for ya. They tell you at the hospital to "AVOID STRESS." Yup, it's just that easy. Ok, so I had to get up, turn the water off, and soak up the entire bathroom with every towel in the closet. Glad we got that taken care of.
NOT. (Yes, I know that word totally just dated me.) Well, when I went down to get a little lunch after the kids were gone for the day, I was sitting in silence at the kitchen table and heard a heavy "drip, drip, drip" pounding onto the carpet. Here are the glorious results of the morning's adventure:
And back to bed I go! At least I am never downstairs to look at the big patch in the ceiling for the next couple months.
Yikes. What a nightmare! Good thing you have a handy hubby to take care of it!
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