I'd really like to know who this Murphy is and why he (a woman wouldn't have such a sad sense of humor) should visit all of our lives in such a negative way.
It's a Monday and Jerry has been out-of-town since Friday. Murphy had the nerve to visit while Jerry was gone. The fun started when Austin got sick, then you know what happened, I thought Austin was better, Gen got sick, Austin got sick again and then Natalie got sick. Now if that wasn't enough on Sunday at nine p.m. Murphy decided to plug up the toilet. It must have been Murphy because all of the kids have denied doing anything that could have caused the plug up.
Now, I'm a strong willed person and went into this situation thinking I can do this. After midnight the toilet was still plugged. On the bright side the water had only overflowed once when during a forceful attempt to unplug this silly device it flushed itself. After that I was prepared with something to quickly bail the toilet if need be.
I tried the true and tested rule that sometimes things are better after you sleep on it. Well I awoke on Monday morning only to have very sore muscles, blisters on my hands and three kids who were still sick and who naturally had to use the potty. So we improvised. Natalie was told we were going to do it the old fashioned way when people didn't have indoor plumbing if we just had to pee we would go in a bucket. This worked for Austin as well. As for Genevieve she wanted nothing to do with the bucket. So I had her pretend she was Madonna and pee in the shower, hey if the material girl can do that, so can Gen.
Next, I had to accept defeat. During the night I had contemplated taking apart the damn thing, changed my mind and during the process decided to clean the bathroom. I figured I may have company and we didn't want anyone judging me by my dirt. First line of support in the morning was dear old Dad who was over before 7:30 a.m. with two different types of snakes. Murphy almost made me happy when Dad plunged once, twice, three times and it was still plugged. There is nothing a woman hates more than when a man shows up and makes it all look easy. By 8 a.m. dad had given up as well and it was time to let my fingers do the walking. The call for help was made shortly after 8 a.m. and I was told the plumber would contact me. By 9 a.m. I felt it necessary to stress the urgency of my situation, three small children and one non-working toilet. My knight in shinning armor finally arrived in a big white van shortly before 10 a.m. Ten minutes and $75 later I had a fully functional toilet and the cleanest bathroom on the block.
So please, if you happen to see Murphy let him know I don't appreciate him plugging up the toilet and he owes me 75 bucks.
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